Manbir Singh Gaina

Not the best work of T. S. Eliot but still a good precursor of The Waste Land (1922) which seems an elaborated version of Preludes. The people are depicted here as objects and things natural are as alive things. Dreams are depicted as real influence while reality is a sordid dream. Major themes include sense of time, nearly apocalyptic nature of human existence, sleepiness of the working people and realization of the isolated ones. A readable, meaningful and enjoyable poem.