Thomas Stearns Eliot

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Portrait of a Lady

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Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself — as it will seem to do —
With “I have saved this afternoon for you”;
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An atmosphere of Juliet’s tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and finger-tips.
“So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul