Поэма Т.С. Элиота "Полые люди". Пестерев В.А. - 4 стр.

                      The Hollow Men*
                                             Mistah Kurtz — hå 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 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
            I 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
            The a fading star.

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     * Òåêñò ïå÷àòàåòñÿ ïî èçäàíèþ: Eliot T.S. Selected Poems. — L.:
Faber and Faber, 1972. — P. 75—80.

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