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.
“They are rattling breakfast plates” reminds you Eliot’s rattling bones references in The Waste Land .Eliot’s walkers have a unique way .They trample the edges of the street. And housemaids with “damp” souls suddenly sprout at the area gates .Their souls are damp and they sprout probably like lilacs April is breeding out of the dead land .And what does the brown fog ,again as in The Waste Land ,toss up to the poet looking through the window ? Only twisted faces from the bottom of the street and an aimless smile which hovers in the air and stops along the level of roofs.
The typical Eliot despondency comes through and the imagery remains much the same as in the Waste Land where the theme is dealt with in much more detail.
Important words are “rattling”,”trampled”,”sprouting” ,”twisted”,”aimless”,”hovers”-all these words contain evocative imagery.