For I have known them all already, known them all -Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;I know the voices dying with a dying fallBeneath the mus...
Endless invention, endless experiment,Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.Where is the Life we have l...
Time past and time futurewhat might have been and what has beenpoint to one end, which is always present.
I said to my soulbe stillandwaitso the darknessshall be the lightand the stillness
With Cats, some say, one rule is true:Don’t speak till you are spoken to.Myself, I do not hold with that —I say, you should ad-dress a Cat.But always keep in mind that heResents familiarity.I bow, and...
Who is the third who walks always beside you?When I count, there are only you and I togetherBut when I look ahead up the white roadThere is always another one walking beside youGliding wrapt in a brow...
What might have been is an abstractionRemaining a perpetual possibilityOnly in a world of speculation.
Time present and time past / are both perhaps present in time future.
Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
The vast accumulations of knowledge—or at least of information—deposited by the nineteenth century have been responsible for an equally vast ignorance. When there is so much to be known, when there ar...
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat.
Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the Shadow
And the end of all our exploring
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 whe...
The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can never retract.by this, and only this, we have existed.
Someone said, 'The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.' Precisely, and they are that which we know.
So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years-Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres-Trying to use words, and every attemptIs a wholy new start, and a different kind...
Now that the lilacs are in bloomShe has a bowl of lilacs in her room
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word...Where is the Life we have lost in living?Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?Where is the knowledge we...