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, 1915), pp. 130-135 Published by: Poetry Foundation Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20570428 . Accessed: 27/02/2013 01:41
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POETRY:
AMIagazine
of Verse PRUFROCK
S' io credessi che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa flAmmastaria sensa piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non tornovivo alcum, s' i' odo il vero, Senza tema d' infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When
Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, retreats The muttering Of restless nightsinone-night cheaphotels And sawdustrestaurants 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 ofMichelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon thewindow panes,
muzzle on the window panes, The yellowsmoke thatrubsits intothecorners Licked itstongue of theevening, Lingeredupon thepools thatstand indrains, [130]
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The Love Song of J.AlfredPrufrock chimneys, Let fallupon itsback thespotthatfallsfrom made a suddenleap, Slippedby theterrace, was a soft October night, And seeingthatit Curled onceaboutthehouse,and fellasleep. will be time And indeedthere For theyellowsmokethatslidesalong thestreet, window panes; Rubbing itsbackupon the there will be time There will be time,
To And That Time prepare a face tomeet the faces that you meet; be time to murder and create, time for all theworks and days of hands lift and drop a question on your plate: for you and time forme, There will
yet fora hundredindecisions, And time and revisions, visions And fora hundred
Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room thewomen come and go
[131]
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POETRY:
a Magazine
of Verse
Disturb theuniverse? will reverse. which aminute and revisions For decisions all: known them already, For I have known them afternoons, mornings, Have knowntheevenings, with coffee spoons; outmy life I have measured with a dyingfall I know thevoicesdying room. a farther music from Beneath the So how shouldI presume?
And The I have known the eyes already, known them all In a minute there is time
eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase. And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on thewall, Then To how should I begin spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And I have known the arms already, known them all Arms that are braceleted and white and bare Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress?
[132]
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acrossthefloors of silentseas. Scuttling theevening, so peacefully! And theafternoon, 'sleeps Smoothed by longfingers,
Asleep
. . . tired
. . . or itmalingers,
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force themoment to its crisis?
snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
worth it,afterall, And would ithave been After thecups,the marmalade,thetea, [133]
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POETRY:
A Magazine
of Verse
And would
worthwhile, Would ithave been After thesunsets and the dooryards and thesprinkled streets, After thenovels, afterthe teacups, aftertheskirts thattrail along thefloor
And this, and so much more? lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic Would screen :. it have been worth while
If one,settling a pillowor throwing off a shawl, towardthe window, shouldsay: "That isnot And turning
it at all, That No! is not what I meant, at all." nor was meant to be;
[134]
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The Love Song of J.AlfredPrufrock Advise the prince: withal,an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic,cautious, andmeticulous; but a bitobtuse; Full of highsentence, At times, indeed, almostridiculous Almost,at times, theFool.
I grow old . . . I grow old To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
trowsers, I shall wearwhite flannel andwalk upon thebeach. mermaids singing, each toeach. I haveheard the
I do not think that theywill sing tome. I have seen them riding seaward on thewaves, thewhite hair of thewaves blown back
Combing
with seaweedredand brown, wreathed By seagirls wake us, andwe drown. Till humanvoices T. S. Eliot
[135]
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