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Die Welt wird nicht mit einem großen Knall zugrunde gehen, sondern mit einem leisen Wimmern.
Informationen über Thomas Stearns Eliot
Dichter, Kritiker, "Das wüste Land", "Aschermittwoch", Nobelpreis für Literatur/1948 (England/USA, 1888 - 1965).
Thomas Stearns Eliot · Geburtsdatum · Sterbedatum
Thomas Stearns Eliot wäre heute 135 Jahre, 6 Monate, 23 Tage oder 49.512 Tage alt.
Geboren am 26.09.1888 in Saint Louis
Gestorben am 04.01.1965 in London
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In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes. The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes. Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening.
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In the seventeenth century a dissociation of sensibility set in, from which we have never recovered; and this dissociation, as is natural, was due to the influence of the two most powerful poets of the century, Milton and Dryden.
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Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree In the cool of the day.
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Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table.
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Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity. He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare: At whatever time the deed took place - macavity wasn't there!
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Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, Had a bad cold, nevertheless Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, With a wicked pack of cards.
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Most evil in this world is caused by men who think themselves important.
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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.
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O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant.
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o o o o that Shakespeherian Rag - It's so elegant So intelligent.
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Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deepsea swell And the profit and loss.
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
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Poets in our civilization, as it exists at present, must be difficult.
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Polyphiloprogenitive The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift across window-panes In the beginning was the Word.
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Round and round the circle Completing the charm So the knot be unknotted The cross be uncrossed The crooked be made straight And the curse be ended.
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Since our concern was speech, and speech impelled us To purify the dialect of the tribe And urge the mind to aftersight and foresight.
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Someone said: 'The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.' Precisely, and they are that which we know.
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Someone said: "The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did." Precisely, and they are what we know.
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Sometimes having suffered shipwreck is in itself a kind of vocation.
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Sometimes these cogitations still amaze The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.