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.
....

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.
(T.S. Eliot: The Hollow Men)

Fabulous Post~!~ mallusatish · 2011-09-05: 00:47

IZVRSNO, AGI !! Davorka · 2011-09-05: 00:57

Love the wonderful focus of the photo! So illustrative and perfect for the poem! danrav · 2011-09-05: 06:28

Nicely done! honzicek · 2011-09-05: 07:25

Bravo! KatysPassionata · 2011-09-05: 19:00

Whew! Awesome and very deep! I feel like a hollow shell these days! jeffcornish · 2011-09-05: 20:36

Wonderful!!! liveandletlive · 2011-09-05: 22:49

my chance :( Shaparak · 2011-09-05: 23:29

Nice shot for this one. Arie · 2011-09-05: 23:30

Nice Macro.. J jlmphotos · 2011-09-06: 18:17

Well, what can I say, I like to see them on my plate :)) Unchained · 2011-09-06: 18:43