Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and fingertips. How keen you are! How much it means that I say this to you— Without these friendships—life, what cauchemar!

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In depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering judas, To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk Among whispers; by Mr. Silvero With caressing hands, at Limoges Who walked all night in the next room; By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians; By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room Shifting the candles; Fraulein von Kulp Who turned in the hall, one hand on the door.

Vacant shuttles Weave the wind. I have no ghosts, An old man in a draughty house Under a windy knob. After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions, Guides us by vanities. Think now She gives when our attention is distracted And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions That the giving famishes the craving.

Think Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree. The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours. Think at last We have not reached conclusion, when I Stiffen in a rented house. Think at last I have not made this show purposelessly And it is not by any concitation Of the backward devils I would meet you upon this honestly.

I that was near your heart was removed therefrom To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it Since what is kept must be adulterated? I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch: How should I use it for your closer contact?


Gerontion by T.S. Eliot

This poem is quite complicated and filled with imagery , symbols, and allusions to places, actions, literature, art, and personal experience. There are a range of interpretations a reader might have in regards to what this piece is about. He was in the war and spends time at the beginning of the poem juxtaposing it against his current life. You can read the full poem here. There is no single rhyme scheme or metrical pattern, meaning that the poem is written in free verse. The text is a dramatic monologue and comes from the perspective of an old man, Gerontion, who is located in an old house. Alfred Prufrock.


Gerontion by T. S. Eliot: Critical Analysis

Literary Terms Gerontion by T. Eliot: Critical Analysis Gerontion is a dramatic monologue of an old man who reminisces about his lost power to live and his last hope of spiritual rebirth which is a symbol of sterility and paralysis. It is the most important poem in volume. Hence the poem stands by itself.

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