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Collected Poems, 1909-1962 [Hardcover]

T. S. Eliot
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Sept. 25 1963

There is no more authoritative collection of the poetry that Eliot himself wished to preserve than this volume, published two years before his death in 1965.

Poet, dramatist, critic, and editor, T. S. Eliot was one of the defining figures of twentieth-century poetry. This edition of Collected Poems 1909-1962 includes The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock along with Four Quartets, The Waste Land, and several other poems.

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Thomas Stearns Eliot was born in St Louis, Missouri, in 1888. He moved to England in 1914 and published his first book of poems in 1917. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Eliot died in 1965.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Clarifying the confusion Oct. 22 1999
Responding to the response to the first review. Kerry Flannery-Reilly was thinking of _The Complete Poems and Plays: 1909-1950_, which is not complete, because it only includes 2 plays and lacks a few of the poems (including "The Cultivation of Christmas Trees," the last _Ariel Poem_ and the beautiful "A Dedication to My Wife" which Russell Kirk highlights as the capstone of _Eliot and His Age_). This volume, _Collected Poems_, contains the complete poems Eliot wrote in his adulthood except for _Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats_ and, of course, the plays (to be found in _Collected Plays_.
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5.0 out of 5 stars The Eagle Soared to the Summit of Heaven July 4 2004
By Richard
Love him or hate him, you cannot deny his power. All arguments for and against Mr. Eliot can be countered easily and each have in them flaws that are substantial. T. S. Eliot cannot be read like most poets. Like the eastern scriptures he so loved, Eliot will take a lifetime for the reader to digest. Read and re-read. Question and re-read again. I became familiar with his works years ago. I have yet to tire of them. Eliot will grow with you, for his poems are the story of a man always growing and always searching. Discount the fighting that academics have over him. Read him for yourself. Immerse yourself in the spiral of darkness and light that is his poetry and judge for yourself. In the end, no matter what you think, you will not be able to deny his effect.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Return to the Source Sept. 18 2002
By Grady Harp TOP 500 REVIEWER
Every now and then certain turns of phrase or glimpses of landscapes in special light or just buried memories of poetic lines surface and send us back to the source for more. So often that source for this reader is TS Eliot and encountering this wondrous collection of his poems written between 1909 and 1962 reinforces the power of this great man of letters. This collection includes the major poems, those works that impacted our philosophy and our art in ways we are only now beginning to appreciate. From the ever fresh LOVE SONG OF J.ALFRED PRUFROCK "I grow old...I grow old.../I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled" and "We have lingered in the chambers of the sea/By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown/Till human voices wake us, and we drown.") to the great FOUR QUARTETS ("In my beginning is my end"), this poet rattled the universe and simultaneously whispered solace in our ears like few others have done. While my own energies are always looking for the new in poets and in writers, finding that the throne of literature has never been so sought after, I am deeply moved by returning to the masters, the source of it all. This is a fine collection for the Eliot devotees as well as for those who seek to appreciate the great voices of literature. Here are savoury moments in abundance!
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5.0 out of 5 stars A diamond mine Dec 16 2001
This poem is a beauty. The language is so fluent that it flows lightly and evenly between our ears and its music is perfect and delightful. The images build up a crown or a wreath, according to tastes, life and death mixing equally with love and gloat. Deeply shakespearian by its syntax it is pure Chopin by its music, both rhythm and notes.
One of T.S. Eliot's bestknown poems. What I am feeling is more an impression than a meaning. The world is old, like coming to its end, decaying. The poet sees and only sees. It is soundless and yet it is music. He brings together all sorts of recollections, experiences and small vignettes of the world, and a whole array of references to all kinds of cultures to show how the past is foregone and the future is not there. There remains only the thunder that speaks unaudible sounds of farewell on a road we cannot even see, nor follow as for that.
It is the end of the world, and this is nothing but a whimper because men are hollow. They do not contain anything. They are ghosts of history, so that history itself is a ghost and the world has no future. This poem is extremely and astoundingly modern indeed. NO FUTURE.
This poetry is entirely dedicated to death, but also to the time between birth and death, a time of turning, a time that is felt like flying, going, flowing but there is no word, no world able to whirl any sound. Men are like living deads, already dead and moving towards death with no hope, except maybe the hope of God, but God is silent, so there is the only consolation of the Lady who is also silent and comes only after death to stare more than anything else.
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4.0 out of 5 stars of The Hollow Men Nov. 25 2000
The Hollow Men (1927)(T.S. [Thomas Stearns] Eliot 1888-1965)
Did T.S. Eliot have a sense of humor? I don't know; but, I sure as heck hope so. Because as we reach its end, the greatest poet of the 20th Century seems destined to be remembered as the guy who wrote Cats. His banishment from the canon was probably inevitable, what with being a white male Christian and the whiff of anti-Semitism wafting from him, but if he ever had a chance to cling to his spot on the basis of his early classics like The Wasteland and Prufrock, works like The Hollow Men pretty much guaranteed he would be consigned to oblivion. For this poem, while not as coherent an attack on Modern values or lack of said, as the writings of someone like C.S. Lewis, is certainly one of the most eloquent.
Mistah Kurtz-he dead. A penny for the Old Guy
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 rat's feet over broken glass In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other kingdom Remember us - if at all - not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.
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5.0 out of 5 stars "Let us go, then, you and I"
The cultural relevance of Thomas Eliot's body of poetry magnifies as we hit the second decade of the Twenty-First Century. Read more
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1.0 out of 5 stars Free verse is not poetry.
"Let us go then you and I" . . . "April is the cruellest month" . . . These are merely the two most famous examples of Mr. Read more
Published on March 22 2004 by Fan of Fred Williamson
5.0 out of 5 stars Overrated (but deservedly so)
The most discussed, frequently invoked 20th-century poet in both American as well as British literature academic arenas (the advantage of a St. Read more
Published on Nov. 7 2002 by Samuel Chell
5.0 out of 5 stars ARCANA COELESTIA
T.S.Eliot Collected Poems are beyond any words of a common person like me.
Published on Nov. 5 2002 by Maria H. R. Souza
5.0 out of 5 stars ATTN: Michael whose review is titled "Thomas Stearns"
I'm writing a paper on T. S. Eliot's use of quotation in The Waste Land, and I would love to quote your review as one possible viewpoint on the finished product of a "cut and... Read more
Published on Feb. 9 2002 by ""
5.0 out of 5 stars Frisch weht der Wind
I'll quote from Prufrock 'til I'm a pair of ragged claws. T.S. Eliot wrote the best poem in the English language and he also wrote the best 4 lines in the German language. Read more
Published on Sept. 3 2001 by "ian_holcomb"
5.0 out of 5 stars Thomas Stearns
Even if you don't like Eliot's poetry, chances are that he quotes some lines from a poet you like. Eliot copies and pastes other people's writings to equate himself with them. Read more
Published on July 25 2001 by Customer
5.0 out of 5 stars Prometheus of modern poetry
I became familiar with Eliot's work chronologically, learning something new at each step. "Prufrock" introduced me to modern poetical structure, "The Waste... Read more
Published on Aug. 28 2000 by Christopher Culver
5.0 out of 5 stars Modernism and Genius
Eliot's mastery of the complicated form and intense imagery of modernist poetry is without comparison. Read more
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