An excerpt from “Prufrock”

(1)

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:

T.S. Eliot (“The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock”)

 

(2)

In the room the women come and go

talking of Michelangelo

T.S. Eliot (“The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock”)

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