greykit.poetry — #free-verse
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1925
[t-s-eliot]
The Hollow Men
In five sections the hollow men inhabit death's dream kingdom — paralysed force, gesture without motion — circling the prickly pear as the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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1922
[t-s-eliot]
The Waste Land
Eliot's fractured masterpiece in five parts — voices from the ruins of post-war Europe, the Fisher King, the Thames, a game of chess, the fire sermon — ending in the Sanskrit peace of Shantih shantih shantih.
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1920
[wilfred-owen]
Futility
Move him into the sun — it woke him always, even in France, until this morning and this snow; was it for this the clay grew tall? — O what made fatuous sunbeams toil to break earth's sleep at all?
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1920
[t-s-eliot]
Gerontion
An old man in a dry month speaks his meditation on history, faith, and the failure of knowledge — thought without action, passion lost, a dry brain in a dry season.
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1915
[t-s-eliot]
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Prufrock's hesitant interior monologue circles a visit never quite made — measuring life in coffee spoons, hearing the mermaids sing, asking "Do I dare?" — a portrait of paralysis and the fear of the overwhelming question.