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January 4, 1965 was when the world lost T.S. Eliot, who had been born in St. Louis on September 26, 1888.
Considered one of the handful of greatest poets of all time in the English language.
A few lines from Eliot, many of which have made their way into common parlance--
..."This is the way the world ends / Not with a bang, but a whimper" from The Hollow Men
..."April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain." from The Waste Land
..."In the room the women come and go / Talking of Michelangelo." from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
...We shall not cease from our exploration, and the end of all our exploration will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time. from "Four Quartets"
"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
"These fragments I have shored against my ruins". from The Waste Land
And the great man also loved cats!
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