silhouette-7172We 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;

– The Hollow Men
― T.S. EliotPoems: 1909-1925



19 thoughts on “leftovers

  1. Wonderful image, Gunta…I think I may have mentioned somewhere earlier, maybe here or maybe not, how I love the wild grasses. They are some of my favorite little creatures out there in the wild…and you found a nice umbellifer to go with them.

    For what it’s worth, I take exception to the line about the wind being meaningless in the dried grass…I find that to be something quite wonderful…. 🙂


    • Oooooh… a new word! (“umbellifer”) How precious! Had to look it up since I nearly let it slip by on the assumption it was a type. I love it!
      As for the quote…. Eliot always was a bit of a crank. 🙂


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