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Thou hast nor youth nor age	A
But as it were an after dinner sleep	B
Dreaming of both	C
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Here I am an old man in a dry month	D
Being read to by a boy waiting for rain	E
I was neither at the hot gates	F
Nor fought in the warm rain	E
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh heaving a cutlass	G
Bitten by flies fought	H
My house is a decayed house	I
And the jew squats on the window sill the owner	J
Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp	K
Blistered in Brussels patched and peeled in London	L
The goat coughs at night in the field overhead	M
Rocks moss stonecrop iron merds	I
The woman keeps the kitchen makes tea	N
Sneezes at evening poking the peevish gutter	J
I an old man	O
A dull head among windy spaces	I
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Signs are taken for wonders We would see a sign	P
The word within a word unable to speak a word	Q
Swaddled with darkness In the juvescence of the year	R
Came Christ the tiger	J
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In depraved May dogwood and chestnut flowering judas	I
To be eaten to be divided to be drunk	S
Among whispers by Mr Silvero	J
With caressing hands at Limoges	I
Who walked all night in the next room	T
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By Hakagawa bowing among the Titians	I
By Madame de Tornquist in the dark room	T
Shifting the candles Fr auml ulein von Kulp	U
Who turned in the hall one hand on the door	J
Vacant shuttles	I
Weave the wind I have no ghosts	I
An old man in a draughty house	I
Under a windy knob	V
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After such knowledge what forgiveness Think now	W
History has many cunning passages contrived corridors	I
And issues deceives with whispering ambitions	I
Guides us by vanities Think now	W
She gives when our attention is distracted	X
And what she gives gives with such supple confusions	I
That the giving famishes the craving Gives too late	Y
What's not believed in or if still believed	Z
In memory only reconsidered passion Gives too soon	A2
Into weak hands what's thought can be dispensed with	B2
Till the refusal propagates a fear Think	C2
Neither fear nor courage saves us Unnatural vices	I
Are fathered by our heroism Virtues	I
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes	I
These tears are shaken from the wrath bearing tree	J
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The tiger springs in the new year Us he devours Think at last	D2
We have not reached conclusion when I	E2
Stiffen in a rented house Think at last	D2
I have not made this show purposelessly	F2
And it is not by any concitation	A2
Of the backward devils	I
I would meet you upon this honestly	F2
I that was near your heart was removed therefrom	T
To lose beauty in terror terror in inquisition	A2
I have lost my passion why should I need to keep it	G2
Since what is kept must be adulterated	H2
I have lost my sight smell hearing taste and touch	I2
How should I use them for your closer contact	J2
These with a thousand small deliberations	I
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium	T
Excite the membrane when the sense has cooled	K2
With pungent sauces multiply variety	F2
In a wilderness of mirrors What will the spider do	L2
Suspend its operations will the weevil	F2
Delay De Bailhache Fresca Mrs Cammel whirled	M2
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear	J
In fractured atoms Gull against the wind in the windy straits	I
Of Belle Isle or running on the Horn	A2
White feathers in the snow the Gulf claims	I
And an old man driven by the Trades	I
To a sleepy corner	J
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Tenants of the house	I
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season	A2

T. S. Eliot

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