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Monday, June 6, 2011

Review 84: The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock (T.S. Eliot)

This is a haunting poem which displays Eliot's sense of powerlessness and vapidity. This sense crescendos in 'The Wasteland.' Eliot's skill with words is remarkable. You will be repeating this poem to yourself long after you have read it, and feasting on its words. Shall we go then you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky...

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