THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK

It is by: T.S. Eliot written in (1919),

my one of the first experiences with English poetry...! don't know how much of it I understand but

believing this part brought tears....!

I should have been a pair of ragged claws

Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

and then a sarcastic smile by the following...!

And indeed there will be time

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,

Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

There will be time to murder and create,

And time for all the works and days of hands

That lift and drop a question on your plate;

Time for you and time for me,

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,

And for a hundred visions and revisions,

Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

Ahhh...! ain't it awesome? try bringing in the vision!