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Misc Poet April 10, 1998
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T.S. Eliot
1888-1965

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.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

-- from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

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