T.S.Eliot

 Poems

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall

I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be adulterated?

I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition