The Hollow Men 
        I 
        We are the hollow men 
        We are the stuffed men 
        Leaning together 
        Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! 
        Our dried voices, when 
        We whisper together 
        Are quiet and meaningless 
        As wind in dried grass 
        Or rats' feet over broken glass 
        In our dry cellar. 
        Shape without form, shade without
        colour, 
        Paralysed force, gesture without motion; 
        Those who have crossed 
        With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom 
        Remember us - if at all - not as lost 
        Violent souls, but only 
        As the hollow men 
        The stuffed men. 
        II 
        Eyes I dare not meet in dreams 
        In death's dream kingdom 
        These do not appear: 
        There, the eyes are 
        Sunlight on a broken column 
        There, is a tree swinging 
        And voices are 
        In the wind's singing 
        More distant and more solemn 
        Than a fading star. 
        Let me be no nearer 
        In death's dream kingdom 
        Let me also wear 
        Such deliberate disguises 
        Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves 
        In a field 
        Behaving as the wind behaves 
        No nearer -- 
        Not that final meeting 
        In the twilight kingdom. 
        III 
        This is the dead land 
        This is the cactus land 
        Here the stone images 
        Are raised, here they receive 
        The supplication of a dead man's hand 
        Under the twinkle of a fading star. 
        Is it like this 
        In death's other kingdom 
        Waking alone 
        At the hour when we are 
        Trembling with tenderness 
        Lips that would kiss 
        Form prayers to broken stone. 
        IV 
        The eyes are not here 
        There are no eyes here 
        In this vally of dying stars 
        In this hollow vally 
        This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms. 
        In this last of meeting places 
        We grope together 
        And avoid speech 
        Gathered on this beach of the tumid river. 
        Sightless, unless 
        The eyes reappear 
        And the perpetual star 
        Multifoliate rose 
        Of death's twilight kingdom 
        The hope only 
        Of empty men. 
        V 
        Here we go round the prickly pear 
        Prickly pear prickly pear 
        Here we go round the prickly pear 
        At five o'clock in the morning. 
        Between the idea 
        And the reality 
        Between the emotion 
        And the act 
        Falls the Shadow 
        ...For Thine is
        the Kingdom 
        Between the conception 
        And the creation 
        Between the emotion 
        And the response 
        Falls the Shadow 
        ...Life is very
        long 
        Between the desire 
        And the spasm 
        Between the potency 
        And the existence 
        Between the essence 
        And the descent 
        Falls the Shadow 
        ...For Thine is
        the Kingdom 
        For Thine is 
        Life is 
        For Thine is the 
        This is the way the world ends 
        This is the way the world ends 
        This is the way the world ends 
        Not with a bang but a whimper. 
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