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Morning At The Window / Thomas Stearns 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.

Thomas Stearns Eliot
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Bilgehan Demir tarafından, 09/02/2001 tarihinde gönderildi.
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