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The Hollow Men

Mistah Kurtz-he dead
             A penny for the Old Guy
 

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 dry 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 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 valley of dying stars
     In this hollow valley
     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
     As 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 motion
     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.