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The Hollow Men
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._
Mr. Kurtz - he is dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the empty men
We are the filled men Leaning together Heads filled with straw. Oh no! Our dry voices, when
We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless Like wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without color. Paralyzed 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 empty men
The filled 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 prayer 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 swollen river Sightless, unless The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star Many-leaved 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 power And the existence Between the core 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.