I always remember the lines,
'Let us go now, you and I,
as the evening spreads out against the sky,
like a patient etherised upon a table'
Of course I paraphrase, I hope its correct:
T.S. Eliot - 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock'
I taught this poem to students for 2 years whilst teaching English literature in
...remembering also how the poem ends...
'I should have been a pair of ragged claws,
skuttling across the floors of silent seas'
...'I grow old, I grow old,
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled'
In the years that live me, I shall never fear the growing old.
I shall embrace. It is the beauty of experience.
No experience is universal.
It is lived within us like a myriad of mirrors.
Humanity is like a room full of mirrors:
I hope we form a beautiful reflection.