I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

There is shadow under this red rock (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning str…

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.

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.