THE WASTE LAND
Burnt Norton
East Coker
The Dry Salvages
Little Gidding from Four Quartets
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
眼睛，我曾在最后一刻的泪光中看见你
风在四点骤然刮起
空心人
弗吉尼亚
给我妻子的献辞
Morning at the Window
Hysteria
Preludes
La Figlia Che Piange
Portrait of a Lady
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Journey of the Magi
THE HIPPOPOTAMUS
SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES
Aunt Helen
The Boston Evening Transcript
Burbank With a Baedeker: Bleistein With a Cigar
Conversation Galante
| Multiple poems at a time |
窗前的早晨Morning at the Window
窗前的早晨
Thomas Stearns 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 5
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.
Translator: 飞白