“Preludes” by T.S. Eliot



The winter evening settles down

With smells of steaks in passage ways.

Six o'clock.

The burnt-out ends of smoky days.

And now a gusty shower wraps

The grimy scraps

Of withered leaves about our feet

And newspapers from vacant lots;


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T.S. Eliot's poem sequence "Preludes" was published in the 1917 Others anthology. To read this sequence in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below: