Soft October Night

This is too perfect to pass up. Thanks, Faith!

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.

--T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

(Click below to hear the poem read by the poet...wait through the commercial. Is it just me, or does Eliot sound a bit like the caterpillar from "Alice in Wonderland"?).