Matin A La Fenetre. Poem by Michael Walker

This is a morning scene, most probably in London. It is a middle-class suburb, the semi-detached houses having basement kitchens. The 'brown waves of fog' would feature in Eliot's later poems:
'Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many'.
-'The Waste Land. The Burial of the Dead', p.65, 'Collected Poems.1909-1962'
I felt the impact of these lines when I walked over London Bridge in 1974, seeing the places in which 'The Waste Land' is set, looking down at the River Thames.