Any religion...is for ever in

Any religion...is for ever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.

An election is coming. Universal

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

April is the cruellest month,

April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory out of desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in a forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.

Footfalls echo in the memory

Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind.

And the wind shall say

And the wind shall say Here were decent godless people. Their only monument the asphalt road. And a thousand lost golf balls.