Thank you, David! I just had an enlightening read of Eliot's Prufrock. I remembered the opening lines, "Let us go then, you and I/When the evening is spread out against the sky/Like a patient etherized upon a table," but the rest was new to me. Wow, he really brings the smoke to life. ("The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes," yes!) Gorgeous poem. Thanks and happy new years!
Ella
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