Poems by T. S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot
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With subtle effluence of cat;
Grishkin has a maisonette; The sleek Brazilian jaguar Does not in its arboreal gloom Distil so rank a feline smell As Grishkin in a drawing-room. And even the Abstract Entities Circumambulate her charm; But our lot crawls between dry ribs To keep our metaphysics warm. Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service Look, look, master, here comes two religions caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. Polyphiloprogenitive The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift across the window-panes. In the beginning was the Word. In the beginning was the Word. Superfetation of [Greek text inserted here], And at the mensual turn of time |
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