by T. S. Eliot
We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when 5 We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar 10 Shape without form shade without colour, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes to death's other Kingdom Remember us--if at all-- not as lost 15 Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men. II Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom 20 These do not appear: There the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There is a tree swinging And voices are 25 In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom 30 Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves 35 No nearer-- Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom. III This is the dead land this is cactus land 40 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 45 In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss 50 Form prayers to broken stone IV The eyes are not here There are no eye here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley 55 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. 60 Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom 65 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 70 At five o'clock in the morning. Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act 75 Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion 80 And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm 85 Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow 90 For Thine is the Kingdom For Thine is Life is For thine is the This is the way the way the world ends 95 This is the way the way the world ends This is the way the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.