A room raw with people:
Tray-fuls of small talk borne away
With the empty glasses; trivia of the day
Stubbed out in ash-trays.
I don't know why this stanza revives in me some images of T.S. Eliot's poem Rhapsody on a Windy Night where he expresses the boredom and futility of modern life and man's vain efforts to lessen them and talks of cigarette smoke in corridors and smell of cocktail in bars ! Great write!
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A room raw with people: Tray-fuls of small talk borne away With the empty glasses; trivia of the day Stubbed out in ash-trays. I don't know why this stanza revives in me some images of T.S. Eliot's poem Rhapsody on a Windy Night where he expresses the boredom and futility of modern life and man's vain efforts to lessen them and talks of cigarette smoke in corridors and smell of cocktail in bars ! Great write!