I Celebrate myself, and sing myse
And what I assume you shall assum
For every atom belonging to me as
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observ

April is the cruellest month, bree
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixin
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out aga
Like a patient etherized upon a ta
Let us go, through certain half—de
The muttering retreats

Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes
Golpes como del odio de Dios; com
la resaca de todo lo sufrido
se empozara en el alma... ¡Yo no s
Son pocos; pero son... Abren zanj

When once the twilight locks no lo
Locked in the long worm of my fing
Nor damned the sea that sped about
The mouth of time sucked, like a s
The milky acid on each hinge,

The force that through the green f
Drives my green age; that blasts t
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked
My youth is bent by the same wintr

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas
Our dried voices, when

i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at wa
a conscientious object—or
his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
westpointer most succinctly bred)

Mi patria es dulce por fuera,
y muy amarga por dentro;
mi patria es dulce por fuera,
con su verde primavera,
con su verde primavera,