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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 rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed 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.
My commentary:
This poem states the conflict between the industrial revolution
and human ethics. People become more like zombies motionless,
stubborn, unethical, and merciless. If T.S Elliot lives to this day and
see how people bury them selves in cellphones and social applications
he would clearly see the similarities and dedicate this gorgeous
poem to humanity nowadays.
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;
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.
My commentary:
This poem states the conflict between the industrial revolution
and human ethics. People become more like zombies motionless,
stubborn, unethical, and merciless. If T.S Elliot lives to this day and
see how people bury them selves in cellphones and social applications
he would clearly see the similarities and dedicate this gorgeous
poem to humanity nowadays.
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