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Oh Little Voices Of the Throats of Men

An untitled, unpublished-’til-1996 favorite of mine from T.S. Eliot’s youth.
A little rough compared to his later work, but the earlier Eliot feels more approachable in his unpolishedness. Simple and eloquent.

We blow against the wind and spit against the rain

I love that

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