t s 2004

The heavy burden of the growing soul                    
Perplexes and offends more, day by day;                    
Week by week, offends and perplexes more                    
With the imperatives of ‘is and seems’                    
And may and may not, desire and control.                    
The pain of living and the drug of dreams                    
Curl up the small soul in the window sea

T. S. Eliot, from “Animula,” The Complete Poems & Plays of T.S.Eliot (Faber & Faber Poetry, 2004)

‘My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.                        
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.                            
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?                        
I never know what you are thinking. Think.’

T. S. Eliot, from “The Waste Land,” The Complete Poems & Plays of T.S.Eliot (Faber & Faber Poetry, 2004)