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22 Apr 2011

Damp Souls.

Written by sally @ 1:28 pm — Section: Uncategorized

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
Hanging 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.

–T.S. Eliot

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