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Chapter 19: MORNING AT THE WINDOW

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This collection gathers short poems and dramatic monologues that juxtapose urban decay with classical and religious allusions, moving between lyrical impressions, satirical sketches, and stark meditations. Voices shift from weary, reflective speakers to grotesque comic figures, presenting fragmentary images of streets, interiors, and mythic echoes. Recurring concerns include spiritual barrenness, memory and desire, failed communication, and the tension between irony and seriousness. Formally, the pieces mix free verse and measured lyric moments with abrupt tonal changes to convey dislocation and emotional opacity.

MORNING AT THE WINDOW

hey 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.