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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• Gerontion
• Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
• Sweeney Erect
• A Cooking Egg
• Le Directeur
• Mélange adultère de tout
• Lune de Miel
• The Hippopotamus
• Dans le Restaurant
• Whispers of Immortality
• Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service
• Sweeney Among the Nightingales
• The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
• Portrait of a Lady
• Preludes
• Rhapsody on a Windy Night
• Morning at the Window
• The Boston Evening Transcript
• Aunt Helen
• Cousin Nancy
• Mr. Apollinax
• Hysteria
• Conversation Galante
• La Figlia Che Piange
• Sources