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I've been studying all day. I'm glad its almost over. And you know what, I don't even feel bad that I am done sooner than most. This semester was horrible. And I am looking forward to its end.
This passage, from T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," caught my eye when we read it in class weeks ago. I kept coming back to it again and again tonight, playing its rhythms over in my head. I love it. I love it because it is so sad. I can just see them lying there, together, with such a sad tension. And something is horribly wrong that neither of them can vocalize. She sighs, and turns over. It hurts my heart. I cannot help but feel the pain of her sighing.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor--
And this, and so much more?--
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
This passage, from T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," caught my eye when we read it in class weeks ago. I kept coming back to it again and again tonight, playing its rhythms over in my head. I love it. I love it because it is so sad. I can just see them lying there, together, with such a sad tension. And something is horribly wrong that neither of them can vocalize. She sighs, and turns over. It hurts my heart. I cannot help but feel the pain of her sighing.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor--
And this, and so much more?--
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."