The Little Passion: From “An Agony in the Garret”

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The Little Passion: From “An Agony in the Garret”

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Upon those stifling August nights I know he used to walk the streets Now following the lines of lights Or diving into dark retreats Or following the lines of lights   And knowing well to what they lead: To one inevitable cross Whereon our souls are pinned, and bleed. Of those ideas in his head Which found me always interested Though they were seldom well digested— I recollect one thing he said After those hours of streets and streets  That spun around him like a wheel He finally remarked: "I feel As if I'd been a long time dead." Upon those stifling August nights I know he used to walk the streets Now diving into dark retreats— Or following the lines of lights Or following the lines of lights, And knowing well to what they lead To some inevitable cross Whereon our souls are spread, and bleed. And when he leaned across the bar Twisting a hopeless cigarette I noticed on his withered face A smile which I cannot forget A washed-out, unperceived disgrace.

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  • T.S. Eliot