Nature and Elements

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces

In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not been discovered.

Snowy, Flowy, Blowy,

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,

April is the cruellest month, breeding

The nightingales are singing near

He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:

At whatever time the deed took place— MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

Clear the air! clean the sky! wash the wind!

I should have been a pair of ragged claws

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the

Tenants of the house,

Here I am, an old man in a dry month

So, while the light fails

So, while the light fails

Ash on an old man’s sleeve

I think that the river

I think that the river

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,

Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree

And it’s a hard rain’s a gonna fall.

I know why the caged bird sings!