Poem by Thomas Stearns Eliot

Lines for an Old Man

The tiger in the tiger-pit
Is not more irritable than I.
The whipping tail is not more still
Than when I smell the enemy
Writhing in the essential blood
Or dangling from the friendly tree.
When I lay bare the tooth of wit
The hissing over the arched tongue
Is more affectionate than hate,
More bitter than the love of youth,
And inaccessible by the young.
Reflected from my golden eye
The dullard knows that he is mad.
Tell me if I am not glad!

1. La Figlia Che Piange
2. Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
3. Mr. Apollinax
4. Cousin Nancy
5. Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service

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