Poems

Ash Wednesday I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s […]

Aunt Helen Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by servants to the number […]

Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire–nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus–the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey […]

Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones– In fact, he’s remarkably fat. He doesn’t haunt pubs–he has eight or nine […]

Conversation Galante I observe: “Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John’s balloon Or an old battered lantern hung […]

Cousin Nancy Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them– The barren New England hills– Riding to […]

Dans le Restaurant Le garcon délabré qui n’a rien à faire Que de se gratter les doigts et se pencher sur mon épaule: “Dans mon pays […]

Eyes That Last I Saw In Tears Eyes that last I saw in tears Through division Here in death’s dream kingdom The golden vision reappears I […]

Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If […]

Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (The Dry Salvages—presumably les trois sauvages—is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape […]