I SAW THE ETERNAL FOOTMAN


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, I think this contributes to the poem because it shows what kind of way this poem goes. The poem uses metaphors and imagery like this to get their point around.

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