A woman is asleep on the ground.

Snow in the throat.

Mud on the eyelids.

Oh, do not ask, “What is it ?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

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 indications,
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.

“To be, or not to be.
That is the question”

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

‘What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?’

Nothing again nothing.

‘Do
‘You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember Nothing?’

Please stop it.
In case
Please ask me

Do it in other ways

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
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What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.

‘Do
‘You know nothing? Do you see nothing?
Do you remember Nothing?’

Please do not stop
In case
Please do not ask me

Please never do it in other ways

But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea

Here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything).

To
Stand stock still
Between realite and myself.

Greek Lessons by Han Kang
Hamlet by William Shakespeare
The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrook
The Waste Land
Four Quartets by T.S Eliot
Tyuya Nakahara by Hidekazu Yoshida

Remix by Hidehisa Tachibana

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