"Perhaps the best urban October poem of all is TS Eliot's The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock, with its dark evening, yellow fog and overall air of the fall of the year and of man in equal measure. Eliot only mentions the month once, but that one naming is enough to place the poem irrevocably in the time of the year most suited to its tone of disjointed unbelonging. Prufrock is, perhaps, the October poem par excellence."
Poster Poems: October
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2012/oct/05/poster-poems-october
I never tire of this. A perfect poem to read aloud. The sheer incantatory rhythm of it, the gravity...
The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock: http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html
Poster Poems: October
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2012/oct/05/poster-poems-october
I never tire of this. A perfect poem to read aloud. The sheer incantatory rhythm of it, the gravity...
The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock: http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html
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