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T. S. Eliot

Prufrock and Early Voices

Prufrock, portraits, preludes, and Eliot's early modern masks of hesitation and city life.
The Love Song Of J. Alfred PrufrockLet us go then, you and I, / When the evening is spread out against the sky / Like a patient etheriz
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Rhapsody On A Windy NightTwelve o’clock. / Along the reaches of the street / Held in a lunar synthesis, / Whispering lunar in
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Portrait Of A LadyThou hast committed— / Fornication: but that was in another country, / And besides, the wench is dea
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PreludesI / The winter evening settles down / With smell of steaks in passageways. / Six o’clock. / The burn
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HysteriaAs she laughed I was aware of becoming involved / in her laughter and being part of it, until her /
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Conversation GalanteI observe: “Our sentimental friend the moon! / Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) / It may be Preste
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End of Prufrock and Early Voices
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