“Hellow Men” (1925) is a poem by the modernist writer T. S. Eliot. Like much of his work, its themes are overlapping and fragmentary, concerned with post–World War I Europe under the Treaty of Versailles (which Eliot despised: compare “Gerontion”), hopelessness, religious conversion, redemption and, some critics argue, his failing marriage with Vivienne Haigh-Wood Eliot. It was published two years before Eliot converted to Anglicanism.
|The Hellow Men Poem – T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)|
The Hellow Men Poem – T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
Mistah Kurtz- he dead.A penny for the Old GuyWe are the hollow menWe are the stu ffed mering toondet heriee nuied with straw. Alas!A s, Wnena ealngiessOr ras leet over broken glassn our ary cellarShape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed torce, gesture without motion,ihose who have crossedwith direct eyes, to death s other Kingdomemember us — t at all-not as lostViolent souls, but onlyAS the hollow menhe sturred men.Eyes I dare not meet in dreamsIn death s dream kingdomIhese do not appear:Ihere, the eyes areSunlight on a broken columnI here, is a tree swingingAnd voices areIn the wind’s singingMore distant and more solemnIhan a fading star.Let me be no nearerIn death s dream kingdomLet me also wearSuch deliberate disguisesRat’s coat, crowskin, crossed stavesIn a fieldBehaving as the wind behavesNo nearer-Not that final meetingIn the twilight kingdomhis is the dead landThis is cactus landHere the stone imagesAre raised, here they receiveIhe supplication of a dead man s handUnder the twinkle of a fading star.isit like thisIn death’s other kingdomWaking aloneAt the hour when we areTrembling with tendernessLips that would kissForm prayers to broken stone.The eyes are not hereThere are no eyes hereIn this valley of dying starsIn this hollow valleyihis broken jaw of our lost kingdomsIn this last of meeting placesWe grope togetherAnd avold speechGathered on this beach of the tumid riverSightless, unlessIne eyes reappearAS the perpetual starMultifoliate roseOf death s twilight kingdomThe hope onlyof empty men.Here we go round the prickly pearPrickiy pear prickiy pearHere we 80 round the prickly pearAt hve o cock in the morning.Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the ShadowFor Thine is the KingdomBetween the conceptionAnd the creationBetween the emotionAnd the responseFalls the Shadow
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