Morning at the Window

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.
From Prufrock, and other observations (The Egoist, Ltd, 1917)

Poems by This Author

La Figlia Che Piange by T. S. Eliot
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair
Aunt Helen by T.S. Eliot
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt
Conversation Galante by T.S. Eliot
I observe:
Cousin Nancy by T.S. Eliot
Miss Nancy Ellicott
Gerontion by T.S. Eliot
Here I am, an old man in a dry month
Hysteria by T. S. Eliot
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it
Portrait of a Lady by T. S. Eliot
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
Preludes by T.S. Eliot
The winter evening settles down
Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot
Twelve o'clock
Sweeney among the Nightingales by T.S. Eliot
Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
The Boston Evening Transcript by T.S. Eliot
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Let us go then, you and I
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month
Whispers of Immortality by T.S. Eliot
Webster was much possessed by death

Further Reading

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