The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot

February 8, 2014

Because sometimes reading poetry out loud all by yourself is so luxurious it makes you feel rich. Here are my favorite lines from T.S. Eliot’s haunting poem about unrequited love and life unlived.

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question….
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

….

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

….

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

Bel February 23, 2014 at 12:58 pm

Beautiful poem, very profound.
I enjoyed discovering and reading your blog :)
x
Bel
b-by-bel.blogspot.com

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Denise March 20, 2014 at 11:05 am

Hi Bel. Thanks for your note! Be well and happy Thursday.
Denise x

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bryan farley May 9, 2014 at 4:58 pm

I really can’t read your blog very often… too much about places I have never been, but want to go. :)

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