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It is impossible to say just what I mean!
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
There will be time to murder and create.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1917)
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
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?
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
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.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
I am no prophet — and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
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?
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)