I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I AM DEAD. I AM DEAD RIGHT NOW FROM LOVING THIS SO MUCH.
"The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" in Modern Poetry today. AHHHHH. What does it say about you when Prufrock, of all...
I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. - correction Prufrock- T.S. Elliot