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The winter evening settles down. With smell 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.
T. S. Eliot
To whom I owe the leaping delight. That quickens my senses in our wakingtime. And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime, the breathing in unison. Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other. Who think the same thoughts without need of speech, And babble the same speech without need of meaning... No peevish winter wind shall chill. No sullen tropic sun shall wither. The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only. But this dedication is for others to read: These are...
T. S. Eliot
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