PoemSpleen
Author / PoetT. S. Eliot
TagsAbsolute, Alley, Faces, Sunday

Sunday: this satisfied procession
Of definite Sunday faces;
Bonnets, silk hats, and conscious graces
In repetition that displaces
Your mental self-possession
By this unwarranted digression.

Evening, lights, and tea!
Children and cats in the alley;
Dejection unable to rally
Against this dull conspiracy.

And Life, a little bald and gray,
Languid, fastidious, and bland,
Waits, hat and gloves in hand,
Punctilious of tie and suit
(Somewhat impatient of delay)
On the doorstep of the Absolute.

T. S. Eliot
T. S. Eliot
26 Sep 1888 - 4 Jan 1965
Region: British, Northern Europe
Period: Modernist
Movement: Modernism
Awards: Nobel Prize in Literature, Order of Merit, Pulitzer Prize for Poetry

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The Old Gumbie Cat
The Naming Of CatsCat
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The Journey Of The Magi
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