Morning at the Window
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. T.S.ELIOT He was born on 26 th September 1888. He was a published and editor and a great poet. He is a prominent figure in English-language modernist poetry. He could not participate in many physical activities as he was suffering from hernia. As he was alone he was infatuated with literature. He began to write poetry when he was 14. His first published poem was “A Fable for Feasters.” After his graduation from Smith Academy, he attended Milton Academy. He studied at Harvard College ...