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    Mistah Kurtz-He Dead A Penny For The Old Guy

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    The document is a poem titled "The Hollow Men" divided into five sections. It describes hollow and stuffed men who are paralyzed and without form or color. Their voices are quiet and meaningless. They are remembered, if at all, not as violent souls but only as hollow men. The poem depicts a "death's dream kingdom" with fading stars and voices in the wind. It describes a dead, cactus land where stone images receive supplications. The final section repeats the line "this is the way the world ends" and ends with a whimper rather than a bang.

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    The document is a poem titled "The Hollow Men" divided into five sections. It describes hollow and stuffed men who are paralyzed and without form or color. Their voices are quiet and meaningless. They are remembered, if at all, not as violent souls but only as hollow men. The poem depicts a "death's dream kingdom" with fading stars and voices in the wind. It describes a dead, cactus land where stone images receive supplications. The final section repeats the line "this is the way the world ends" and ends with a whimper rather than a bang.

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    The document is a poem titled "The Hollow Men" divided into five sections. It describes hollow and stuffed men who are paralyzed and without form or color. Their voices are quiet and meaningless. They are remembered, if at all, not as violent souls but only as hollow men. The poem depicts a "death's dream kingdom" with fading stars and voices in the wind. It describes a dead, cactus land where stone images receive supplications. The final section repeats the line "this is the way the world ends" and ends with a whimper rather than a bang.

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    Mistah Kurtz-He Dead A Penny For The Old Guy

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    The document is a poem titled "The Hollow Men" divided into five sections. It describes hollow and stuffed men who are paralyzed and without form or color. Their voices are quiet and meaningless. They are remembered, if at all, not as violent souls but only as hollow men. The poem depicts a "death's dream kingdom" with fading stars and voices in the wind. It describes a dead, cactus land where stone images receive supplications. The final section repeats the line "this is the way the world ends" and ends with a whimper rather than a bang.

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    Mistah Kurtz-he dead

                A penny for the Old Guy

                I

        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.

      
                                  II

        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.
      
        Let me be no nearer
        In death's dream kingdom
        Let me also wear
        Such deliberate disguises
        Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
        In a field
        Behaving as the wind behaves
        No nearer-
      
        Not that final meeting
        In the twilight kingdom

      
                        III
        This is the dead land
        This is cactus land
        Here the stone images
        Are raised, here they receive
        The supplication of a dead man's hand
        Under the twinkle of a fading star.
      
        Is it like this
        In death's other kingdom
        Waking alone
        At the hour when we are
        Trembling with tenderness
        Lips that would kiss
        Form prayers to broken stone.

      
                          IV

        The eyes are not here


        There are no eyes here
        In this valley of dying stars
        In this hollow valley
        This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
      
        In this last of meeting places
        We grope together
        And avoid speech
        Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
      
        Sightless, unless
        The eyes reappear
        As the perpetual star
        Multifoliate rose
        Of death's twilight kingdom
        The hope only
        Of empty men.

      
                  V

        Here we go round the prickly pear


        Prickly pear prickly pear
        Here we go round the prickly pear
        At five o'clock in the morning.
      
        Between the idea
        And the reality
        Between the motion
        And the act
        Falls the Shadow
                                        For Thine is the Kingdom
      
        Between the conception
        And the creation
        Between the emotion
        And the response
        Falls the Shadow
                                        Life is very long
      
        Between the desire
        And the spasm
        Between the potency
        And the existence
        Between the essence
        And the descent
        Falls the Shadow
                                        For Thine is the Kingdom
      
        For Thine is
        Life is
        For Thine is the
      
        This is the way the world ends
        This is the way the world ends
        This is the way the world ends
        Not with a bang but a whimper.

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