The Hollow Men - T. S. Eliot, Read by T. S. Eliot |||The Hollow Men||||||| Die hohlen Männer - T. S. Eliot, gelesen von T. S. Eliot Los Hombres Huecos - T. S. Eliot, Leído por T. S. Eliot Les hommes creux - T. S. Eliot, lu par T. S. Eliot Gli uomini cavi - T. S. Eliot, letto da T. S. Eliot ホロウ・メン」 T・S・エリオット朗読 할로우 맨 - T. S. 엘리엇, T. S. 엘리엇 읽기 Os Homens Ocos - T. S. Eliot, Lido por T. S. Eliot Полые люди - Т. С. Элиот, читает Т. С. Элиот Boş Adamlar - T. S. Eliot, Okuyan: T. S. Eliot Порожні люди - Т. С. Еліот, читає Т. С. Еліот 空心人 - TS 艾略特，由 TS 艾略特朗读 空心人 - TS 艾略特，由 TS 艾略特朗讀

Mistah Kurtz-he dead Mistah Kurtz-he dead

A penny for the Old Guy A penny for the Old Guy Un penique para el viejo

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I We are the hollow men ||نحن||| ||||pustymi| I Somos los hombres huecos We are the stuffed men |||napchani| Somos los hombres de peluche

Leaning together opierając się| Inclinarse juntos

Headpiece filled with straw. Nakrycie głowy||| Tocado relleno de paja. Alas! niestety ¡Ay!

Our dried voices, when Nuestras voces secas, cuando

We whisper together Susurramos juntos

Are quiet and meaningless Son silenciosas y sin sentido

As wind in dry grass Como el viento en la hierba seca

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.

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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 ||||poważniejszy

Than a fading star.

--

Let me be no nearer

In death's dream kingdom

Let me also wear

Such deliberate disguises |zamierzone|

Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves ||królicza skóra||kijów

In a field

Behaving as the wind behaves

No nearer-

--

Not that final meeting

In the twilight kingdom

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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.

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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.

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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. ||||||szloch