I WISH YOU WERE NOT GONE FROM THIS COLD PLACE
Eliot
I wish you were not gone from this cold place,
I should like to have met you face to face
and reclined with you there,
in an epiphinal embrace.
You were old when I was born,
old as Prufrock when I was born;
and in the midst of my great depression,
you found your wings,
your wings
and your final digression.
Why
Why do we see clearly, all,
only one moment before we die?
I hope you watch, amused,
from your advantaged position.
Michaelangelo lives,
he lives to this day
In decrepit condition.
And the women,
the cat-fog,
the gutters cry for you--
they are but useless mimes
sprawled out in a block,
in a block or two;
For no one listened to them like you.
I hear your voice in vacant lots,
in alleyways
and sea-waves.
The muses cry themselves to sleep;
I can hear them from the water's edge--
they do not cry for me.
Come and visit us again,
flow through your student's eager pen.
come remind us of our fate;
remind us there is time,
there is always time
to murder and create.
I shall toast my tea to you
when all the world is unetherized and new,
and watch with wondering eyes,
with wonder and surprise,
the wonder of you.
T.S. Eliot poems referenced include: The Cooking Egg, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, and Preludes.