Thursday, April 29, 2010

Way Past Last Call--

(Huey's Midtown)

"LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Let us go and make our visit."

(T S Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock")


Tara Mae said...

oh how I love Eliot...

Tara Mae said...

and the midtown huey's...

janet said...

I love how you love them both as well.


Kelly said...

I adore this poem. Oh, yes.


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