First days in Birmingham

Aren't there some days when you wake up and just feel like this? A bit pretentious of me but it is an apt description -

III
You tossed a blanket from the bed
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters
And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed's edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.
IV
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock;

Preludes by T.S. Eliot Available online at: http://public.wsu.edu/~wldciv/world_civ_reader/world_civ_reader_2/eliot_preludes.html