He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.’

This volume gathers the poems in which TS Eliot responds to a world losing its sense of direction. Across these pages, modern life feels rushed and unstable, marked by empty conversations, emotional distance, and restlessness. Traces of older beliefs and stories move through everyday scenes, threading faith, myth, and memory into modern streets and private lives. At the centre stands The Waste Land, a long poem built from broken voices and memory, where the damage of war and disbelief gathers into one stark landscape.

The collection closes on a vision stripped back and unresolved, where language itself begins to fail under what it must carry. Taken together, these poems offer no comfort or conclusion—only recognition: a record of a mind and a century trying to endure change.