Emotions and Feelings

Terminate torment Of love unsatisfied The greater torment Of love satisfied.

Because I do not hope to turn again 5 Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn.

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the air The air which is now thoroughly small and dry Smaller and dryer than the will Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.

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 hollow men The stuffed men.

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow.

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

Dayadhvam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Here is no water but only rock.

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

He knew the anguish of the marrow The ague of the skeleton; No contact possible to flesh Allayed the fever of the bone.

Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.

His laughter tinkled among the teacups.

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”

And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”