The Hellow Men Poem – T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

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)

The Hellow Men Poem – T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

Mistah Kurtz- he dead.
A penny for the Old Guy
We are the hollow men
We are the stu ffed mer
ing too
ndet her
iee nuied with straw. Alas!
A s, Wnen
a ealngiess
Or ras leet over broken glass
n our ary cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed torce, gesture without motion,
ihose who have crossed
with direct eyes, to death s other Kingdom
emember us — t at all-not as lost
Violent souls, but only
AS the hollow men
he sturred men.
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death s dream kingdom
Ihese do not appear:
Ihere, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
I here, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Ihan 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
his is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
Ihe supplication of a dead man s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
isit 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.
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
ihis broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avold speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
Ine eyes reappear
AS the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death s twilight kingdom
The hope only
of empty men.
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickiy pear prickiy pear
Here we 80 round the prickly pear
At hve o cock 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


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