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T. S. Eliot biography :



Thomas Stearns Eliot was the youngest of seven children of Henry Ware Eliot and Charlotte Champe Stearns. He was born on 26 September 1888 in St. Louis, Missouri.

Eliot studied at St. Louis’s Smith Academy from 1898 to 1905. Although he could have entered Harvard University, he spent a year at the Milton Academy in Massachusetts instead. He entered Harvard in 1906 and earned his A.B. three years later. In 1910, Eliot received his A.M. also from Harvard. From 1910 – 1911, Eliot moved to Paris and continued his education at the Sorbonne. He returned to Harvard as a doctoral student.

TS Eliot initially taught at a boy’s school and worked at a bank before he became an assistant editor. In his leisure time, he would compose poetry and write critical essays. In 1915, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” a poem Eliot wrote when he was 22, was published in the Poetry Magazine. This was the start of his illustrious literary career that lasted for nearly half a century.

On 26 June 1915, Eliot married Vivienne (Vivien) Haigh-Wood. He became a British citizen in 1927, and on the same year, converted to Anglicanism. In 1933, Eliot separated from his wife. Twenty-four years later, Eliot found love again. He married Esme Valerie Fletcher, a lady 38 years his junior, on 10 January 1957.

TS Eliot, whose works always had some reference to St. Louis and New England, died on 04 January 1965 in London due to emphysema. His body was cremated and his ashes were brought to St. Michael’s Church in East Coker.

   
   
 

Poems by T. S. Eliot :

A Cooking Egg

Aunt Helen

Conversation Galante

Cousin Nancy

Dans le Restaurant

Four Quartets

Gerontion

Hysteria

La Figlia Che Piange

Le Directeur

Lune de Miel

Mélange adultère de tout

Morning at the Window

Mr. Apollinax

Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service

Portrait of a Lady

Preludes

Rhapsody on a Windy Night

Sweeney Among the Nightingales

Sweeney Erect

The Hippopotamus

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

The Waste Land

Whispers of Immortality

A Cooking Egg by T. S. Eliot

Ash Wednesday by T. S. Eliot

Aunt Helen by T. S. Eliot

Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar by T. S. Eliot

Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town by T. S. Eliot

Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot

Cousin Nancy by T. S. Eliot

Dans le Restaurant by T. S. Eliot

Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton by T. S. Eliot

Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding by T. S. Eliot

Gerontion by T. S. Eliot

Growltiger's Last Stand by T. S. Eliot

Gus: The Theatre Cat by T. S. Eliot

Hysteria by T. S. Eliot

Journey Of The Magi by T. S. Eliot

La Figlia che Piange by T. S. Eliot

Le Directeur by T. S. Eliot

Lune de Miel by T. S. Eliot

Macavity: The Mystery Cat by T. S. Eliot

Melange Adultere de Tout by T. S. Eliot

Morning at the Window by T. S. Eliot

Mr Apollinax by T. S. Eliot

Mr Eliot's Sunday Morning Service by T. S. Eliot

Mr. Apollinax by T. S. Eliot

Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service by T. S. Eliot

Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service by T. S. Eliot

Mr. Mistoffelees by T. S. Eliot

Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer by T. S. Eliot

Old Deuteronomy by T. S. Eliot

Portrait of a Lady by T. S. Eliot

Preludes by T. S. Eliot

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Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat by T. S. Eliot

Sweeney among the Nightingales by T. S. Eliot

Sweeney Erect by T. S. Eliot

The Ad-Dressing Of Cats by T. S. Eliot

The Boston Evening Transcript by T. S. Eliot

The Hippopotamus by T. S. Eliot

The Hollow Men by T. S. Eliot

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot

The Naming Of Cats by T. S. Eliot

The Old Gumbie Cat by T. S. Eliot

The Rum Tum Tugger by T. S. Eliot

The Song Of The Jellicles by T. S. Eliot

The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot

Whispers of Immortality by T. S. Eliot

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Elliot

 


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Macavity: The Mystery Cat by T. S. Eliot

Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw--
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air--
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square--
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair--
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair--
But it's useless of investigate--Macavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
'It must have been Macavity!'--but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place--MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

 

Mr. Mistoffelees by T. S. Eliot

You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees!
The Original Conjuring Cat--
(There can be no doubt about that).
Please listen to me and don't scoff. All his
Inventions are off his own bat.
There's no such Cat in the metropolis;
He holds all the patent monopolies
For performing suprising illusions
And creating eccentric confusions.
At prestidigitation
And at legerdemain
He'll defy examination
And deceive you again.
The greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr. Mistoffelees' Conjuring Turn.
Presto!
Away we go!
And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was there ever
A Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!

He is quiet and small, he is black
From his ears to the tip of his tail;
He can creep through the tiniest crack,
He can walk on the narrowest rail.
He can pick any card from a pack,
He is equally cunning with dice;
He is always deceiving you into believing
That he's only hunting for mice.
He can play any trick with a cork
Or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste;
If you look for a knife or a fork
And you think it is merely misplaced--
You have seen it one moment, and then it is gawn!
But you'll find it next week lying out on the lawn.

And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was there ever
A Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!

His manner is vague and aloof,
You would think there was nobody shyer--
But his voice has been heard on the roof
When he was curled up by the fire.
And he's sometimes been heard by the fire
When he was about on the roof--
(At least we all heard that somebody purred)
Which is incontestable proof
Of his singular magical powers:
And I have known the family to call
Him in from the garden for hours,
While he was asleep in the hall.
And not long ago this phenomenal Cat
Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!
And we all said: OH!
Well I never!
Did you ever
Know a Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!