Monday, July 14, 2008





HYSTERIA
by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)



    AS she laughed
    I was aware of becoming involved
    in her laughter and being part of it, until her
    teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
    for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
    inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
    in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
    the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
    with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading
    a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
    green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
    gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
    if the lady and gentleman wish to take their
    tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the
    shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of
    the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
    and I concentrated my attention with careful
    subtlety to this end.












"Hysteria" was originally
printed in Catholic Anthology, November 1915.


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