Preludes by T. S. Eliot (read by Richard Armitage)

Preludes by T. S. Eliot I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six oclock. The burntout 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 chimneypots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cabhorse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps. II The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the sawdusttrampled