I'm not a fan of Valentine's Day, but it put me in mind of
this poem by ee cummings, which is probably my favorite poem ever, notwithstanding my strange HS Freshman obsession with
The Hollow Men and later love of
Auden (who knew he had his own society?), being the gay. This poem, though, just gets me (and I have to admit, yes, I was introduced to
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And I, too, went through a heavy T.S. Eliot phase in high school - didn't every one of us emo youth identify with Prufrock at one time or another?
As for the gay poets, I was deeply into Whitman for a while in college, and Ginsberg after that. And thanks to Four Weddings And A Funeral, I was welling up even seeing the link to "Stop all the clocks" on the Auden page.
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Inspite of the title, the poem is not a love poem at all. It is actually a poem about the absence of love. The main character, the all-important Prufrock, is the epitome of the modern man who is too afraid to live and wishes to be a pair of rugged claws scuttling across the floors of the silent seas. His self-questioning doubts are common to man from any era. Reading an intro to this poem on Shmoop, I thought if there is a lesson to learn about love it would be to grab the chance for love when you have it. Prufock’s procrastinations and constant worst-case scenario hesitations lead him sadly, to nowhere.
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