T. S. Eliot House Poems

  • 1.
    The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat:
    If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse.
    If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat,
    If you put him in a flat then he'd rather have a house.
    ...
  • 2.
    S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
    A persona che mai tornasse al mondo
    Questa fiamma staria senza più scosse.
    Ma perciocchè giammai di questo fondo
    ...
  • 3.
    And the trees about me,
    Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks
    Groan with continual surges; and behind me
    Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!
    ...
  • 4.
    Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple
    of cats.
    As knockabout clown, quick-change comedians, tight-rope
    walkers and acrobats
    ...
  • 5.
    Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door.
    His name, as I ought to have told you before,
    Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss
    To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus.
    ...
  • 6.
    GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge;
    In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large.
    From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims,
    Rejoicing in his title of “The Terror of the Thames.”
    ...
  • 7.
    Thou hast nor youth nor age
    But as it were an after dinner sleep
    Dreaming of both.

    ...
  • 8.
    I

    Midwinter spring is its own season
    Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
    ...
  • 9.
    Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
    And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
    Cared for by servants to the number of four.
    Now when she died there was silence in heaven
    ...
Total 9 House Poems by T. S. Eliot

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