Charlotte Mew's "Rooms" is a weary look back at a life of confinement and discontent. Its speaker recalls a series of rooms they've lived in, providing either no detail or gloomy details about each. The speaker remembers these rooms as places where "things died" and describes their current room, shared with a nameless partner, as a place where "we (two)" already feel dead. The poem becomes a study in melancholy and regret, as the speaker's living situation—and life—feels so oppressively confining that the grave seems like it can't be worse. "Rooms" was published posthumously in Mew's collection The Rambling Sailor (1929).