Shop More Submit  Join Login
×

:iconpoetrytothemasses: More from PoetryToTheMasses


More from deviantART



Details

Submitted on
January 6, 2013
Submitted with
Sta.sh Writer
Link
Thumb

Stats

Views
595 (1 today)
Favourites
3 (who?)
Comments
0
×
Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.

Each week I will feature one poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poem and the poet. I will also include links to two other suggested poems which you can read if you wish.

Please :+favlove: this article and watch ~PoetryToTheMasses  or join #Poetry-To-The-Masses to show your support.







The Hollow Men - T.S. Eliot


Suggested by ~QuenWrites

Mistah Kurtz-he dead
           A penny for the Old Guy


                      I

   We are the hollow men
   We are the stuffed men
   Leaning together
   Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
   Our dried voices, when
   We whisper together
   Are quiet and meaningless
   As wind in dry grass
   Or rats' feet over broken glass
   In our dry cellar
   
   Shape without form, shade without colour,
   Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
   
   Those who have crossed
   With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
   Remember us-if at all-not as lost
   Violent souls, but only
   As the hollow men
   The stuffed men.

   
                             II

   Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
   In death's dream kingdom
   These do not appear:
   There, the eyes are
   Sunlight on a broken column
   There, is a tree swinging
   And voices are
   In the wind's singing
   More distant and more solemn
   Than a fading star.
   
   Let me be no nearer
   In death's dream kingdom
   Let me also wear
   Such deliberate disguises
   Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
   In a field
   Behaving as the wind behaves
   No nearer-
   
   Not that final meeting
   In the twilight kingdom

   
                  III

   This is the dead land
   This is cactus land
   Here the stone images
   Are raised, here they receive
   The supplication of a dead man's hand
   Under the twinkle of a fading star.
   
   Is it like this
   In death's other kingdom
   Waking alone
   At the hour when we are
   Trembling with tenderness
   Lips that would kiss
   Form prayers to broken stone.

   
                    IV

   The eyes are not here
   There are no eyes here
   In this valley of dying stars
   In this hollow valley
   This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
   
   In this last of meeting places
   We grope together
   And avoid speech
   Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
   
   Sightless, unless
   The eyes reappear
   As the perpetual star
   Multifoliate rose
   Of death's twilight kingdom
   The hope only
   Of empty men.

   
                          V

   Here we go round the prickly pear
   Prickly pear prickly pear
   Here we go round the prickly pear
   At five o'clock in the morning.
   
   Between the idea
   And the reality
   Between the motion
   And the act
   Falls the Shadow
                                  For Thine is the Kingdom
   
   Between the conception
   And the creation
   Between the emotion
   And the response
   Falls the Shadow
                                  Life is very long
   
   Between the desire
   And the spasm
   Between the potency
   And the existence
   Between the essence
   And the descent
   Falls the Shadow
                                  For Thine is the Kingdom
   
   For Thine is
   Life is
   For Thine is the
   
   This is the way the world ends
   This is the way the world ends
   This is the way the world ends
   Not with a bang but a whimper.





This poem was written in 1925. There are several allusions to religion and the failed Gunpowder Plot. The last four lines are probably the most quoted of all Eliot's poetry.




Thomas Stearns Eliot was born September 28, 1888 in St Louis, Missouri. He was a publisher, playwright, critic, and poet, and his influences included Dante Alighieri, Shakespeare and Donne. He died January 4, 1965, in London, UK.






It's ok to pull the covers 
and put your dreams to rest.
To let go of fantasies discovered
and quit wishing for the best.

To seize wasting time on yesterday
and give  up on whats a new. 
To hold the shattered mirror 
and at the scattered view.

It's alright to bleed out slowly
you tried
thats all that counts.
And let go of broken promises
that only brought you doubt.

To cry alone is useless
so dont shed another tear.
After all, the monsters,
wont be your greatest fear. 

It's ok just close your eyes
and dont bother to defend. 
Even fairy tales once beautiful
shall come to a simple end.


If you like this poem, please :+fav: the original!





Artist's comments:
"random stuff."

This poem was submitted July 10, 2012.




*miyu713, or Meli, is from the United States and has been on deviantART since June 11, 2008.




News


#Poetry-To-The-Masses is looking for affiliates. If you are a writing-related group which accepts poetry, please send us a request.

P2TM is offering 50 points to whoever has suggested the most poems or song lyrics by March 1 2013. More info: [link]

~QuenWrites is writing an anthology and would like to feature work by poets on deviantART. More info: [link]

If you have any poetry-related news or are running a contest accepting poetry entries, please send a message to ~PoetryToTheMasses.  





Next feature: 12/13 Jan


Previous features

No comments have been added yet.

Add a Comment: