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The quotations of
US-British poet
1888–1965
49 quotes, most often on Poetry, Life & Death and Courage. Part of the Writers and Poets collections.
I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing.
Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only 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.
T. S. Eliot1888–1965
