Winter Evening: T. S. Eliot

The winter evening settles down

With smell of steaks in passageways.

Six o'clock.

The burnt-out ends of smoky days.

And now a gusty shower wraps

The grimy scraps

Of withered leaves about your feet

Ans 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 lightning of the lamps.

Summary: ‘Winter Evening’ written by T. S. Eliot is a nice poem depicting the picture of one winter evening. During a winter evening, the smell of steaks dinner is wafting through the street. The time is six o’clock. The city lost its all energy. Strong, windy raining washed-up the dirty environment and the dying leave. Parking lots are empty, everyone has gone home, and newspapers are left behind. Steady raindrops hitting on the surface of broken blinds and chimney-pots. There is a lonely cab-horse at the corner of the street. It is waiting there to pause our walk through the city. Evening is turning into night. Everyone light their lamps.