I first read The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock in my Elective English class in 11th grade. It’s one of my favourite T.S. Eliot poems, but I have never found anyone else who loved it as much as I did.
Fast forward about five years to last night, when I found four people who love it.
It’s so exciting that I just had to share!
“Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?”
Wait, is it now illegal for me to share these things on my blog? I hope not… the Prufrock Society needs more members!
Ah to hell with it…
“And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor
And this, and so much more?
It is impossible to say just what I mean!”