Morning at the Window
T. S. Eliot
1888 to 1965
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They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
And along the trampled edges of the street