At the violet hour, when the eyes and back turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits.
April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Madame sosostris, famous clairvoyante, had a bad cold, nevertheless is known to be the wisest woman in europe.
Winter kept us warm, covering earth in forgetful snow, feeding a little life with dried tubers.
The chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, glowed on the marble, where the glass.
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra reflecting light upon the table as the glitter of her jewels rose to meet it.
From satin cases poured in rich profusion; in vials of ivory and coloured glass.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone, in which sad light a carvéd dolphin swam.