Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Illustration Friday - Hollow



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.

from the poem by T.S. Eliot

3 comments:

Art Fan Ako said...

Nice inclusion of poem and rendition!

Samantha Webb said...

scary but cool!

COBOL said...

thanks very much