Author: T S eliot

Old Deuteronomy’s lived a long time; He’s a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in […]

(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small Group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N. E. coast of […]

You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to […]

En l’an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beues… PIPIT sate upright in her chair Some distance […]

APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to […]

I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. […]

I OBSERVE: “Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John’s balloon Or an […]

EN Amerique, professeur; En Angleterre, journaliste; C’est à grands pas et en sueur Que vous suivrez à peine ma piste. […]

Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really […]

I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. […]

LE garçon délabré qui n’a rien à faire Que de se gratter les doigts et se pencher sur mon épaule: […]

TWELVE o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of […]

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma […]

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth […]

THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of […]

MALHEUR à la malheureuse Tamise Qui coule si preès du Spectateur. Le directeur Conservateur Du Spectateur Empeste la brise. Les […]

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law. He’s […]

There’s a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail’s ready to depart, Saying “Skimble where is Skimble […]

And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind […]

WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure […]