“The
winter evening settles down
With
smell of steaks in passageways.
Six
o'clock.
The
burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And
now a gusty shower wraps
The
grimy scraps
Of
withered leaves about your feet
And
newspapers from vacant lots;
The
showers beat
On
broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And
at the corner of the street
A
lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
“And
then the lighting of the lamps.”—American-born English poet, playwright, critic—and
Nobel Literature laureate--T. S. Eliot (1888-1965), “Preludes” (written 1910-11, published 1917)
Well,
winter in London just before the Great War, when Eliot wrote this (as you can
tell from the “cab-horse” reference), is a good deal different from suburban
New Jersey (where I am blogging now) nearly 110 years later. But a “gusty
shower” is in the air right now, so I identify with the spirit of these lines.
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