Motyw szkła w poemacie t.s. eliota (1888–1965) „the Waste Land” (1922)

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
(…)
From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
(…)
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
(…)