T.S. Eliot was a prominent 20th-century poet, playwright, and literary critic, best known for works like "The Waste Land" and "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." Born in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1888, he later became a British citizen. Eliot's innovative approach to modernist poetry and his profound impact on the literary world earned him the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948.
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish?
I had not thought death had undone so many.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT’S TIME
I will tell you what I know.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins.
I can connect Nothing with nothing.
Weialala leia Wallala leialala
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves Waited for rain, while the black clouds Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
Unreal City Under the brown fog of a winter dawn