T. S. Eliot
T. S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot OMwas an American-born British essayist, publisher, playwright, literary and social critic and "one of the twentieth century's major poets". He moved to England in 1914 at age 25, settling, working and marrying there. He was eventually naturalised as a British subject in 1927 at age 39, renouncing his American citizenship...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 September 1888
CountryUnited States of America
T. S. Eliot quotes about
night oysters talking
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats 5 Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10 Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.
greatness coats snickers
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
voice poetry humans
Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.
christmas children moving
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.
destiny risk finding-yourself
It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are... ...We must always take risks. That is our destiny...
should-have sea pairs
I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
noise window should
We ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open
months classic april
April is the cruellest month.
sunset skirts trails
And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -
knows
Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place...
doors return
We do not pass through the same door twice Or return to the door through which we did not pass
suffering
We must learn to suffer more.
information knowledge lost wisdom
Where is wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
british-author difficult less life
What do we live for; if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?