Ts eliot biography
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T.S. Eliot
Born
in St. Louis, Missouri, The United StatesSeptember 26, 1888
Died
January 04, 1965
Genre
Poetry, Theatre, Literary Criticism
Influences
G.K. Chesterton, Virgil, Homer, Dante Alighieri, William Shakespeare, G.K. Chesterton, Virgil, Homer, Dante Alighieri, William Shakespeare, Matthew Arnold, Brad Johnson, Tedd Arnold, Jules Laforgue, Tristan Corbière, John Milton, Frithjof Schuon, James George Frazer, John Davidson...more
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Thomas Stearns Eliot was a poet, dramatist and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948 "for his outstanding, pioneer contribution to present-day poetry." He wrote the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday, and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay Tradition and the Individual Talent. Eliot was born an American, moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at the age of 25), and became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39.
See also http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T.S._Eli
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T. S. Eliot
American-born British poet (1888–1965)
For other people named Thomas Eliot, see Thomas Eliot (disambiguation).
Thomas Stearns EliotOM (26 September 1888 – 4 January 1965) was a poet, essayist and playwright.[1] He was a leading figure in English-language Modernist poetry where he reinvigorated the art through his use of language, writing style, and verse structure. He is also noted for his critical essays, which often re-evaluated long-held cultural beliefs.[2]
Born in St. Louis, Missouri, to a prominent Boston Brahmin family, he moved to England in 1914 at the age of 25 and went on to settle, work, and marry there.[3] He became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39 and renounced his American citizenship.[4]
Eliot first attracted widespread attention for his poem "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" from 1914 to 1915, which, at the time of its publication, was considered outlandish.[5] It was followed by The Waste Land (1922), "The Hollow Men" (1925), "Ash Wednesday" (1930), and Four Q I We are the hollow men Shape without form, shade without colour. Those who have crossed II Eyes I dare not meet in dreams •
The Hollow Men
A penny for the Old Guy
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
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken colum
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