Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ... I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
(3) I feel a big sense of being alone and away from everyone. When he says shall I say it seems as someone made him feel this way. This stanza makes me feel gloomy
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes, Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
(3) It is interesting here how he is using the aspects of an animal to create imagery of the yellow fog.I see a vivid picture of a dog here, the imagery is spectacular. I am sort of confused by the importance of this yellow fog/smoke, and I feel that it is somehow important.