It is by: T.S. Eliot written in (1919),
my one of the first experiences with English poetry...! don't know how much of it I understand but
believing this part brought tears....!
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
and then a sarcastic smile by the following...!And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
Ahhh...! ain't it awesome? try bringing in the vision!
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