Mandarins III lyrics

T.S. Eliot


The eldest of the mandarins,
A stoic in obese repose,
With intellectual double chins,
Regards the corner of his nose;

The cranes that fly across a screen 
Pert, alert,
Observe him with a frivolous mien—
Indifferent idealist,
World in fist,  
 Screen and cranes.  
And what of all that one has missed!
And how life goes on different planes!

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