Monday, December 8, 2014

"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot

If I believed that my reply was A person who never returned to the world , This flame staria no longer shock . But because of this never end I do not return alive any , s'i'odo true , Without fear of infamy I answer .

  •  Etherized-anesthetize (a person or animal) with ether
  • Insidious-proceeding in a gradual, subtle way, but with harmful effects
  • Lets run away go through half-deserted alley ways past one night hotels and restaurants with oyster shells
  • Question "What is it?"
  • Women come and go talking of Michelangelo
  • Yellow fog, yellow smoke? What is that?
  •  October night
  • There will be time for for death and birth, time for work, indecisiveness of visions and revisions before toast of tea
  • Do I dare, Do I dare
  • Bald spot, morning coat and necktie
  • Disturb the universe
  • In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.  
  • Measuring life with coffee spoons
  • So how should I presume?
  • Formulated-create or devise methodically (a strategy or a proposal): express (an idea) in a concise or systematic way.
  • Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?  
  • Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 
  • I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter; 
  • And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,  Death?
  • Lazarus?
  • I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;  
  • Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, 
  • Politic, cautious, and meticulous;  
  • At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
  • Almost, at times, the Fool.  
  • I grow old ... I grow old ... 
  • I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.  
  • I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. 
  • I do not think that they will sing to me.  
  • Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
 

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