The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot

 ” The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock ” by T.S Eliot.

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats                                                       5
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 …        10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

I grow old … I grow old …                                                         120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.                                 125