by T. S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot (1888 - 1965)
His soul stretched tight across the...
Language: English
His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city block, Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o'clock; And short square fingers stuffing pipes, And evening newspapers, and eyes Assured of certain certainties, The conscience of a blackened street Impatient to assume the world. I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
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Confirmed with The Complete Poems and Plays of T. S. Eliot Faber and Faber, London and Boston 1969 p. 23
First published in Blast, July 1915Authorship:
- by T. S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot (1888 - 1965), no title, appears in Preludes, no. 4 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Stanley Grill (b. 1953), "Prelude IV", copyright © 1978 [soprano, violin and cello], from Preludes, no. 4, confirmed with an online score [ sung text verified 1 time]
- by Howard Swanson (1907 - 1978), "His soul stretched tight across the skies", published 1952 [medium voice and piano], from 4 Preludes, no. 4. [ sung text not verified ]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-04-24
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Word count: 92