Skull Beneath The Skin

This picture is by artist Chitra Ganesh. While I'm not a fan of his art, I lifted the image from Boing Boing because it reminded me of the following lines from T.S. Eliot's Whispers of Immortality. A poem expressing that some beauty is temporal, and, thus to be appreciated more.

WEBSTER was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.

Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
Tightening its lusts and luxuries.