Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images,
Mots clés the-waste-land
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
Mots clés the-waste-land
The lady of situations.
T.S. EliotMots clés the-waste-land
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
T.S. EliotMots clés walking beach trousers
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-
T.S. EliotMots clés la-figlia-che-piange
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
Mots clés the-hollow-men
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Mots clés the-hollow-men
Lord, I am not worthy
Lord, I am not worthy
but speak the word only.
Mots clés ash-wednesday
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create.
And time for all the works and days of hands
That life and drop a question on your plate;
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