Eliot

Prufrock- facade

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

Prufrock- synecdoche

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase

Prufrock- crab

I should have been a pair of ragged claws

Prufrock- end

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Rhapsody- geranium

Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Rhapsody- coil

A broken spring in a factory yard […] ready to snap

Rhapsody- moon

She winks a feeble eye, […] A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,

Rhapsody- end

The last twist of the knife.

Hollow Men- epigraph

Mistah Kurtz- he dead

Hollow Men- synecdoche

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom

Hollow Men- broken

There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging

Hollow Men- pear

Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning

Hollow Men- fragment

For Thine is Life is For Thine is the

Hollow Men- end

This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.

Prufrock- hedonism

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells

Rhapsody- memory high

The memory throws up high and dry

Daniel H. McConnell

the darkness of the natural world so perfectly accords with the moral blackness

A. R. Jones

depths to which Prufrock has sunk

Prufrock- love song

Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress?

Rhapsody- drum

Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum,

Rhapsody- child

I could see nothing behind that child's eye.

Hollow Men- arid

This is the dead land This is cactus land

Hollow Men- kiss

Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone.