From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town. Waste pipes chuckle into runnels, Steam's escaping here and there, Morning trains through Camden cutting Shake the Crescent and the Square. Early nip of changeful autumn, Dahlias glimpsed through garden doors, At the back precarious bathrooms Jutting out from upper floors, And behind their frail partitions Business women lie and soak, Seeing through the draughty skylight Flying clouds and railway smoke. Rest you there, poor unbelov'd ones, Lap your loneliness in heat. All too soon the tiny breakfast, Trolley-bus and windy street! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE USES OF POETRY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION HYMN OF THE WEST by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES LILIES: 17 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A BERKSHIRE HOLIDAY by CLIFFORD BAX SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: NEW ORLEANS by BERTON BRALEY |