The Hollow Men by TS Eliot

Today reminds me of that poem.

Here is the first stanza and the ending.

T.S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men
Mistah Kurtz-he dead
            A penny for the Old Guy



I    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;

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 a whimper.

6 thoughts on “The Hollow Men by TS Eliot”

  1. T.S. Eliot is such a great poet that I can even forgive him for inspiring the musical Cats.
    And today the vey Hollow Man ended his presidency, not with a wimpier or a bang but marching into the plane to the refrain of YMCA.

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  2. Thanks, Paul. It’s a wonderful poem and seems very appropriate right now, it’s how the other side views the politicians. (This could apply to either or maybe even any party).

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