Prufrock t ! The Love Song of J�� Alfred Prufrock
Prufrock 1! Let us go then, you and I,
Prufrock 2! When the evening is spread out against the sky
Prufrock 3! Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Prufrock 4! Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
Prufrock 5! The muttering retreats
Prufrock 6! Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
Prufrock 7! And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Prufrock 8! Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Prufrock 9! Of insidious intent
Prufrock 10! To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Prufrock 11! Oh, do not ask, ""What is it?""
Prufrock 12! Let us go and make our visit.
Prufrock 13! In the room the women come and go
Prufrock 14! Talking of Michelangelo.
Prufrock 15! The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
Prufrock 16! The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Prufrock 17! Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Prufrock . . .
