Saturday, January 25, 2020

Quote of the Day (T. S. Eliot, on Winter Rain)

“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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