Desolate land
A quarter mile long
Dust everywhere
Ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys.
Spasms of bleak dust which endlessly drift over it
Fantastic farm where ashes grow like ridges and hills
Grotesque gardens
Gives out a ghastly creak.
Occasional line of gray cars passes by
Ash-gray men
Men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.
Bounded on one side by a small foul river.
Over the ashheaps,
Giant eyes of Doctor T.J. Eckleburg
Retinas are one yard high
Blue and gigantic
Yellow spectacles which pass over a non-existent nose.