Charcoal Drawing ‘Morning
at the Window’ by T.S. Eliot , I.G.
Morning at the Window
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 are 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. *
T.S. Eliot
(1888 – 1965)
*
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