How charming that of the vacant lots!
Humble fields ranging
Claims, sterile and blind: Request
tortured eyes and mind,
Demand your pity.
ash and cans piled broken bricks and tiles
,
and debris of a city.
Far from our definitions and our aesthetic principles
Let us pause
With these fields that attract and tortured mind
(What!, Again?)
With its unexpected charm
His rest unexplained
A December afternoon
Under a sunset yellow and pink.
Caprice in North Cambridge Second , TS Eliot
