Age of Jahiliyah

A blog of wide and varied interest, including Islam, Muslims, Poetry, Art and much more.

Morning at the Window by T. S. 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.



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