Поэма Т.С. Элиота "Полые люди". Пестерев В.А. - 5 стр.

   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
Li ps 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

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