Sajak TS Eliot
Berdentangan piring, mereka sarapan di dapur
pun di sepanjang tepi jalan terinjak lalu lalang
aku jatuh peduli pada jiwa lembab para pesuruh
bertunasan berhancuran di pintu gerbang.
gelombang kelabu kabut berjudi denganku
wajah-wajah kemerut bangkit dari dasar jalanan,
Terenggut dari si pelintas lalu - lumpur pada baju
Senyum hambar melayang di awang-awang
lalu menghilang di langit setinggi bumbung rumah.
Morning at the Window
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
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.
