Talented author Allen E. Rizzi shared a poem by T. S. Eliot that I just had to pass on.


T. S. Eliot has always been one of my favorite poets. Some 105 years ago, he published a poem that has always been very dear to me in so many ways. This week I would like to share with you what I consider to be one of his very best:

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

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

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