The Hollow Men - Peel My Class Sites

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    The two quotations at the beginning of the poem, "Mistah Kurtz - he dead" and "A penny for the Old Guy", are allusions to Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness and to Guy Fawkes

    who attempted to burn the English house of Parliament, and his straw-man effigy that is

    burned each year in Britain on the ‘Bonfire Night’.

The Hollow Men

    T. S. Eliot

    Mistah Kurtzhe dead.

     A penny for the Old Guy


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 usif at allnot as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men

    The stuffed men.


    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


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.


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.


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.

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