Lines 60-63
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.
Eliot's Note
60. Cf. Baudelaire
“Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves,
“Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant.”
Context
From “Les Sept Vieillards” (“The Seven Old Men”), a poem in Charles Baudelaire's 1857 volume of poetry Fleurs du mal:
“Unreal city, city full of dreams,
Where ghosts in broad daylight cling to passsers-by.”
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