T.S. Eliot read by Jeremy Irons.
“Preludes”:
“…The burnt-out 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 chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.”
First published in the Levinarium Telegram Channel (now closed and deleted)