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T. S. Eliot

City, Waste, and Modern Desolation

Urban fragments, hollow rooms, waste places, nerves, smoke, and modern spiritual exhaustion.
The Hollow MenMistah Kurtz—he dead. / A penny for the Old Guy / I / We are the hollow men / We are the stuffed men
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The Waste Land‘Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis / vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri diceren
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Rhapsody On A Windy NightTwelve o’clock. / Along the reaches of the street / Held in a lunar synthesis, / Whispering lunar in
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PreludesI / The winter evening settles down / With smell of steaks in passageways. / Six o’clock. / The burn
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Morning At The WindowThey are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, / And along the trampled edges of the stree
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The Boston Evening TranscriptThe readers of the Boston Evening Transcript / Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. / When ev
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End of City, Waste, and Modern Desolation

Morning At The Window

Keep readingT. S. Eliot: City, Waste, and Modern Desolation

by T. S. Eliot

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates. The brown waves of fog toss up to me Twisted faces from the bottom of the street, And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts An aimless smile that hovers in the air And vanishes along the level of the roofs.
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T. S. Eliot
1888-1965 / Male / English
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Written by
T. S. Eliot
1888-1965 / Male / English
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