The Love Song Of Alfred J. Prufrock
by
T.S. Eliot
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:
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 of Michelangelo. [more…]
Your blog looks good in Sight and that image is stunning.
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Thank 🙂
Just got back from visiting my mum.
I am going to try ‘Sight’ on my WP.org photography blog…
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