The winter evening settles down
With smells of steaks in passage ways.
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;
[ . . . ]
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: