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The  Hollow Men. 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
us  ---  if at all --- not 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 around the prickly pear Prickly pear
prickly  pear  Here we go around 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
with a whimper.