Wednesday, 25 February 2015

poem for the day: from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot

 Thomas Stearns Eliot by Lady Ottoline Morrell (1934).jpg
The winter evening settles down
With smells of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.
Eliot insisted that "The essential advantage for a poet is not to have a beautiful world with which to deal; it is to be able to see beneath both beauty and ugliness; to see the boredom, and the horror, and the glory."  Preludes was the first of Eliot's poetry to be published in the magazine Blast in July 1915.