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
appreciation art poet
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead.
patience dying littles
He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.
life new-year spring
The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.
hints half incarnation
The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.
home temples
Where there is no temple there shall be no homes.
rocks sea paint
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
attitude creation wrong-attitude
A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.
god feelings fallen
When the gods know that a god hath fallen, With this kindly feeling They do encourage him-- Be thou a god again and again.
time window-panes murder
There will be time to murder and create.
death communication fire
The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
baby wall halloween
A woman drew her long black hair out tight, And fiddled whisper music on those strings, And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings, And crawled head downward down a blackened wall.
hands hair lovely
When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.
death running laughter
Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.
negative nasty
Let's not be narrow, nasty, and negative.