Preludes

I really enjoyed T.S. Eliot's poetry.  His poem Preludes is beautifully written.  I couldn't seem to decide what it could be portraying.  I either found it to be an account of a relationship or love of his, or in complete contrast, about a prostitute.  His first stanza describes a city street as it gets late, and in the second one describes the coming of morning.  Eliot uses imagery, but in a less intricate way.  His short lines in the opening stanza sort of set a simplistic picture.  Something busy, yet still.  In the third section of the poem, what I percieved to be a girl is described in a very tell-all way.  It seems like a portrait of her.  It is unclear of who she is, but it seems that it is a lover of sorts.  I really enjoyed the way this poem was written as well as the content.  It's hard to put my finger on exactly what spoke to me in the poem, but I think it is one of my favorites.