The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock


S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

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.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate,
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

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

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin-
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute win reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all-
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all-
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all-
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in
upon a platter,
I am no prophet-and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”-
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along
the floor-
And this, and so much more?-
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a
screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous-
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Analysis, meaning and summary of T.S. Eliot's poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

49 Comments

  1. TRACIE says:

    this poem really expresses his love…………. his fellings

  2. Tori says:

    I agree with Alicia from the U.K. about Prufrock being one who is indeed very separate and isolated from society. He is afraid to take part, and before he will ever work up the guts to take part, he will grow old. It’s very sad; he wants to go “through certain half deserted streets” and just sort of wonder and be romantically content, but he is not one to take part in life. These mermaids will not sing to him because he is not worthy.
    ” there will be time, there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be atime to murder and create..time for you and time for me”
    I think that Prufrock is taking the time that there really is for granted;he is telling himself he has more time than he really does have as if to comfort himself in a way. Although there is time, that time passes but because he is scared to be apart of the world and to make a difference, Prufrock lets that time pass him by.

  3. Luthi says:

    Do you know if there are any critical essay o Prufrock available on-line? I need some material for my paper on metaphors and metonymies of the poem. I have actually nearly finished writing, but I do not have any relevant source for supporting my arguments…:o/

  4. Casey says:

    Yes it’s about growing old, insecurity, loneliness, but it also speaks to his enormous vanity.

    To Prufrock, revealing his feelings is akin to ‘squeezing the universe into a ball’, or like ‘Lazarus, come from the dead’. He has ‘wept and fasted, wept and prayed’ over what? Telling someone he is interested in her??? ‘Shall I part my hair behind?’, so he has ‘a bald spot in the middle’ of his hair? Come on, man! Prufrock is so consumed with himself that we learn nothing about the woman he can’t reveal himself to.

    The love song of Prufrock is a song to himself.

  5. keith says:

    I think this poem is directly affected by the events of the time. You have to remember that this was written during World War one. As a result I think Eliot is questioning society and mortality through the poem as a result of what must have seemed at the time the destruction of humanity. It seems like he alludes to this idea when talking about the yellow smoke rubbing along the window panes. This represents the gas being used in the trenches. It is a physical manifestation of the figurative way war is creeping into everyday life. I agree with other peoples interpretations, but I just thought this could be a cause to why Eliot is writting the poem.

  6. Linana says:

    T.S. Eliot came from a very prim and propper society. There was no “free-thought” when and where he grew up. This “song” tells us of his desire for that free love. At the beginning he talks about he and his lover going out and doing what they want (cheap hotels, sawdust restarunts)something unheard of in his strict society. This society he grew up with isn’t exactly evil. He doesn’t hate it, he just wants out. Yet he see’s himself on the outside looking in. His life is counted out by the polite conversations which are not offensive and aren’t productive to the human reace. (They only thing they talk of is whats “talk of the time”. Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons/I have measured out my life with coffee spoons). He wants to break free but constantly wonders if he dares(And indeed there will be time/To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”). Does he dare? (No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be/Am an attendant lord, one that will do/To swell a progress, start a scene or two/Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool/) He doesn’t believe he can because he does not want to take that leadership position. He will be the man in the background giving “advice” not making the difference. Yet he desires passion, and free. The mermaids will not sing to him, they do not call him to be free. Because as he watches them “they” call him back to reality, and all his dreams drown.

  7. Justyna says:

    After the first reading of this poem, I was under impression that Prufrock is a very shy person who is afraid of speaking even among the people he knows. Before saying anything he makes “hundred indecisions,” “hundred visions and revisions,” because he worries what others would think about him. He is very self-aware and prefers to rehearse his owns thoughts, no to look like a fool when he actually express them aloud (“how should I begin,” “[a]nd how should I presume?”).
    When I read the poem one more time, I realized that Prufrock’s fear has a different source. He knows that he has wasted most of his life (“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons”), but he is too scared to do anything about it. He passed his moment of the “greatness flicker”, did not achieve anything. Now, he is trapped in a silly society, which he calls his “universe.” Prufrock knows he should do something to stop the insignificant “arty” discussions. The world is undergoing dramatic changes, and the artist should do more valuable things than “talking of Michelangelo.” He asks himself: “Should I (…) / [h]ave a strength to force the moment to its crisis?”, but unfortunately he does not find the strength. That is why he is a “modern (anti-)hero”, “no prophet,” who is afraid and lost in the chaotic 20th century.
    Prufrock is “modern” in his isolation. He keeps his monologue to himself, indicating that he is not even a part of that ‘group’. He feels he doesn’t belong anywhere, and this may be related to the feeling of alienation characteristic for the Modern period.

  8. Tess Young says:

    This poem has so much into it, it makes it Amazing. I am writing an essay on this poem. It is suppose to be only 400-600 words, I think I have now laped it a second time. I have so much to say and write about. MMM think professor would mind? Eliot is the King of moderism!!

  9. Elise says:

    I think an essential element is that he is making the decision to continue to live a solitary life at that very moment. He is imagining the rest of his life. Not only is he afraid to make any move, but that he is consciously choosing not to. He is choosing to live life alone.

    In the beginning, I feel he is imagining his invitation to this “woman”, and telling himself he has plenty of time for a proposal to “drop a question on your plate”.

    He wonders if he should disturb the status quo.

    He clearly is uncomfortable at social gatherings, and is imagining himself becoming more and more self-conscious as he ages. His life measured in coffe spoons is all of these parties he has known. He hates the social events, where he is imagining his head upon a platter, and himslef wriggling on the end of a pin.

    He already knows all of the women that are available, although he is tempted by the bare arms downed with light hair. He imagines them cozied together and wonders whether to take a chance. He is afraid of aging and dying.

    But would it be worth it, all the endless teas and talking, if in the end he is with someone, who “should say: That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all.” This line is so important he repeats it twice, so I don’t think it is a casual comment at a party. I think he is imagining life with someone with whom he cannot communicate.

    He is not Prince Hamlet…he is not the leading man, he is a sidekick, his character is only in the play as a “Rosencrantz” to further the plotline.

    He then imagines life alone, daring even to eat a peach.

    Perhaps the mermaids are not the sirens of death. Perhaps the mermaids sing of love, and that is the love song J. Alfred Prufrock has decided he does not think he will ever hear. Perhaps we have lingered, in the false limerance of love, but in the end, we would awaken from that dream and drown in the misery of an unhappy life.

    But that is just my interpretation, and that is the beauty of poetry.

  10. Artemiis says:

    This poem is so sad in that it chronicles the life of a man on his quest for love. A man who has been on so many dates he can “measure out my life in coffee spoons”. A man forever dissected by the eyes of society so that he can never change of even be himself. A man on the fringes of life fearing he will die alone or unhappy. I feel immensly for Mr. Prufrock

  11. Guillermo says:

    I think that he is not necessarily speaking to himself, Prufrock could be speaking to other men like him.
    At the mermaids part, Prufrock hears them (singing each to each not to him), then he sees them, then he swims with them, then he wakes up, and THEN, after waking up, he drowns. I think that he drowns into some kind of depression because when he wakes up from his dream he realizes that he will never be with the mermaids.

  12. Edith says:

    I think Stephen from USA has it right. It’s about a man who thinks he has wasted most of his life, but he’s still too scared to do anything to change it. He’s talking about how lots of people now (or back in 1915…) live fake lives not doing what they want, because they’re worried about what others think. “Till Human Voices Wake Us/And We Drown” is saying that if you listen to what people think of you and if you take it to heart, you’ll, well, drown.

  13. Amy says:

    I do agree with “Faith” . I think Eliot criticizes the illegale relationship between man and woman.

  14. Faith says:

    I have read about this poem and foud that its original title is (Prufrock among women).Prufock weasted his youth illegaly with women and when he became old he started looking for a partener.
    I realy wonder why men & women donot think about marriage untel they lost their youth. They make illegal relationship when they are young and once they become old they look for legal relationship .i think those who live like this donot deserve to have happy family.

  15. Clayton R. says:

    This poem is simply amazing. I can’t get over how much deep meaning there is, waiting to be uncovered.

    Really, I agree with Amber from Canada. I think that this poem is not about love, but about the possibility, or missed opportunity to find love. It’s about lost time, and the “what ifs” that accompany misplaced intent. I think that this piece is a lighthouse to those who think they have all the time in the world. It points instead to the rocky shoals, and reminds us that although we may live for a hundred years, it is our actions and not our intents that make us who we are.

  16. waed says:

    i have never been taken to any poem as i have been taken to the love song yy Eliot..
    The more i read it, the deep i love it..
    The deeo i love it, the more i understand the human life..
    Eliot draws our detailed thin lines in the deep side of our internal understandings of what is going around…
    waed..

  17. NO,LAdy says:

    I have a friend who read this poem to me allowed. The weight of his words make it clear that he thinks of Prufrock as a hero! I had never seen him in this light before; I always thought that Eliot was using Prufrock to show how weak men are, and specifically how weak our society makes us. The night- “the etherised patient” -seems v. much like the people in the poem — they’re drugged into sleep, waiting for surgery.
    As for the Mermaids, they’re signing “each to each”; to no one else. I think it’s easy to get from singing mermaids to the sirens in the Odyssey or to Lorelei. So these females — all interchangeable in the poem — are here being linked to sirens, who sing to Odysseus of his GLORY. Odysseus’ vanity would keep him there, entranced, till he died. Prufroc isn’t worthy of the sirens’ songs. What would they have to sign about? His “kleos”? he has none. How he measures his life out in coffee spoons?… so they sing “each to each,” b/c NO MEN have any glory worthy of their song.
    When Prufrock imagines a life where he could ask the Question, what does he mean by asking it like this: “‘I am Lazarus, come from the dead,/Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all’–“?
    Finally, is there any hope for Alfie? Is there anyone who can show me that Eliot didn’t so condescend to write this foolish, cowardly character? I would really like to think he was redeeming qualities. Where are they?
    Our shameANDguilt-based culture turns us into Prufrock, as we go about our daily or nightly routine.
    Does the view of this poem condemn us to live tedious lives? Does Eliot offer any counter-examples? Is Prufrock a counter-example? I don’t think so, but like I said, the way this guy read it to me, it sounded like P. changed into a capable, courageous person at the end.

  18. Kelli says:

    I have read this poem about a million and one times and I still can’t get enough of it. The more I read through it the more I find and the more I begin to wonder. You can read it and take on so many different approaches to analyzing it. I just love it! T.S. Eliot is an amazing writer and will always mesmorize me!!!

  19. Alicia says:

    I think that the use of mermaids and the fact that ‘they will never sing to [him]’ suggests that he feels very seperate from society. He can’t gain that ‘magical’ love and freedom, which ‘mermaids’ have. Possibly the mermaids relate to those who aren’t afraid to love. The fact that they can sing to eachother suggests an ability to communicate with others. It is said, “I do not think they will sing to me” indicating a lack of trying on this, thus suggesting that Prufrock gives up before he tries.

    The idea that he’s not at one with society does seem to exist within the poem, though. For another example he only ‘watches’ the lonely men smoking, indicating that he’s not even a part of that ‘group’. He feels he doesn’t belong anywhere.

  20. Tabez says:

    The is indeed a mater piece by the genius of Eliot which represent the true features and psychology of modren man.His confusion and bilwilderment.

  21. FaReeDa says:

    poetry for me is a huge world and T.S Eliot is one of my greatest poets, this poem has a wonderful interior meaning.

  22. Patrick says:

    Alright, well I finally read this today, a bit late in life. I immediately read it a second and third time and I keep coming back to the end with the mermaids. The mermaids he has seen riding seaward, as free spirits. Beyond the control of those on the land. He lingers dreaming of them, and being envious of their freedom and courage. In the end though, when we listen to those around us and take the words to heart, we drown. Simply awesome.

  23. aftab says:

    i have read this poem a lot of time and enjoyed it every time.It is a wonderful poem………..

  24. Patrick says:

    Yup, Amber from Canada has got something. Hamlet is mentioned in this poem, and he was a procrasinator.
    At the end, he hears the mermaids: perhaps his true desires? But the human voices wake him, which could be criticism from society, and he no longer hears the mermaids.

  25. Stephen Hyduke says:

    Ok, lots of enthusiasm- lots of missing the boat, here. Prufrock is a man that is letting life pass him by. He doesn’t have the nerve to speak to the One he loves (If One…). He’s getting on in years, he’s balding, and he’s facing the prospect of a life alone… The eternal footman, people, is DEATH! The preface means he’s in a hell, and won’t be getting out! He’s going to die without asking the apple of his eye on a date. He just can’t summon the guts, doesn’t want to be humiliated… Very sad, really. Prufrock was narcissitic, but so was Eliot himself, I believe.

  26. Ann Lerew says:

    I think Eliot is saying life is ridiculous, “full of high intent but a bit obtuse.” The path of life is “tedious” and full of “insidious intent”. But if we dare to presume upon life and love, we can “disturb the universe” and it insidious and obtuse nature. The “eternal footman” awaits us all and all are afraid but it is of no great matter. We continue to “prepare a face for the faces that we meet”, “measure our lives in coffeespoons” and realize as we grow “old and thin” that we have known it all and love is the best of what we know. We murder time but create through love. If we don’t love we might as well be “ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas.”

  27. m.snow says:

    I think Prufrock has been a detached observer of life in the upper socio-economic circles. “I hear the mermaids singing each to each,I do not think they will sing to me”. He is discussing his aging and the effect it has on his place in this world of society inwhich he is an observer. For those of you who are young and loving this poem, fair warning, it will stay with you all of your life!

  28. Britta says:

    I am swallowed in the inadvertant intensity of this poem. Eliot attests through his defining character, Prufrock, the broken, illicit, and scarred thoughts of a man seeking an answer from the ever deep abyss of “love.” Prufrock silences the reader in the eleventh line and invites us to hear his story and we are confronted with a personal journey through societies emotional pitfalls and bitter hindrances. We see a man writhing against apparent odds to reach a place in mind and spirit in which he can breach the tremulous tides of stigmas and ask the question that lies in the swarthy mist between men and women in quest of the truth that is between them.

  29. Toby says:

    The poem ‘Love song of J Alfred Prufrock’ is indeed the most amazing poem ever read, as Eliot uses assonance and repetition throughout it to reinforce the fact that Prufock is , yes, alone and that, yes, he is afraid of action, however Prufrock justifies his inaction on the fact that he believes(and he is probably right) that he will not be accepted and will on the other hand be mocked, in it’s context which was the early 20th Century it is understandable as society was based and divided among socio economic status hence references to porcelain and women(upper class) talking of michelangelo. Prufrock is basically a figure tortured by his own neurosis that happen to be a bi-prduct of the discriminant society in which he lives. PS i am only in 10th grade so don’t hate on me if you don’t think my analysis is valid.

  30. taylor says:

    I don’t think Prufrock feels that he has had a wasted life. Rather, I think he thinks he would rather spend his life wallowing in things that are simple, perhaps enjoyable, and very surface (the women coming and going talking of michelangelo), than confronting that universal question, that Hamlet, or that Michelangelo.

    beautiful poem

  31. Isabel says:

    I think it’s a beautiful poem, even though it’s been quite hard for me to undertand.
    “To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet”
    I especially liked this verse, it´s oh so touching.
    Don´t you think?

  32. victoria says:

    I really loved the hidden concepts in this poem. I love how someone simple-minded could hear this poem and just enjoy the flow of the words and let it wash over them and then someone brilliant could hear it and be able to uncover all the poem’s wonderful meanings and morals. I’d also like to say that I really agree with amber form Canada’s opinions on the poem. i think she really hit the nail on the head with the way she read between the lines and found it’s meaning. So for anyone who has written to find the meaning of the poem read comment #17. cheers!

  33. Donald says:

    i like this poem. but i cant understand.

  34. amber says:

    I think the poem isn’t about love at all but about a man who never took any chances in life. He’s grown old and realized that he hasn’t done anything to make him stand out in life, never done anything to be remembered by. He keeps saying there’s time and he still has time to do something meaningful but then is too scared to act because he’s afraid of other peoples opinions and what they will think of him (and they will so ‘Oh! How he’s grown thin!). In the end this poems moral is: never put off until tomorrow something you can do today.

  35. aycan says:

    i think the most striking idea of the poem is belonging nowhere(etherized patient,neither alive nor dead;deserted islands and the athmosphere)living with superficial people poet feels estranged;however he has no strenght to change his life.

  36. Kallie says:

    Can anyone help me analyze 6 poems of ts eliot on rhtym and rhyme, form and meaning, speaker and tone, imagery, firguative language, and theme? One poem for each? Help please!!!!

  37. ahmed says:

    hi….
    LOVE means here the suffer ,the egony the speaker feels.What a joke!do you really think so?i think so too..

  38. Keith says:

    One part no one has commented on is the reference to Hamlet towards the end. Hamlet paralleled Prufrock in his inability to take action. But Prufrock then says he is not a prince Hamlet in the sense that Hamlet eventually took action but he never has. This has left him old and in despair which is what the poem is about. Prufrock is expressing his hopelessness and regret at the wasted lives he sees around him (In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo)as well as his own wasted life.

  39. pdiz says:

    I think the ‘love’ in the title is meant to be ironic – he’s talking to himself, a love song to himself, because he has been too afraid to roll the universe into a ball and love some of those women in their perfumed dress who make him digress. It’s the anti-love song of a man who has been too wimpy to bust a move on love – his moment of greatness has flickered and he’s a bald spotted old man walking on a beach and not even the mermaids are going to singe to him. Love song indeed! He has only imagined and wished for love. It’s pretty sad. This is a man who never took a chance.

  40. iNITA says:

    I don’t know.., I just read it for the first time. I wonder why did he ever mention word ‘love’, why ‘love song’?.. Anybody?

  41. Toria McMullin says:

    How beautiful
    to share eternity in every moment
    it makes me cry every time

  42. Sephiroth says:

    There is something about this poem that just has me hook. I think it is because I really want to know the meaning of every single line and word. When I say those things I really mean everything. The setting, physical description of Prufrock, and his self-esteem. Please help me out. I really want to know what your interpretation and opinion on the subject mention above are. If you’re reading this please pass it along to anybody who is interested in this poem as much as I am. Thank you.

  43. Samm says:

    I am doing a paper on this poem and I continue to read critical essays and other interpetations of the poem and with each one it becomes more and more intresting. It is long yes, but in all those words are so many meanings.

  44. Garry murphy says:

    This was my favourite poem in school , many years ago . It I think tells you that life is so much based on what is actually seen . If we were all a bit more concerned about what is behind what we do , than what we do …. ” Shall I part my hair behind ” for ewxample .

  45. interesting says:

    this poem is amazing
    I think this poem is all about irony( situational )
    And that’s why I think it’s not a conventional love song even though the title is ‘the love song of J. Alfred Prufrock’.

  46. kay says:

    Thanks, Eric! That changes the tenor a little. Rather unbelievably, I think it increases the pathos.

  47. Eric says:

    I the Italian preface of this poem is from the masterpiece “Dante’s Inferno” and are spoken by the character of Count Guido da Montefelltro:

    “If I thought that my reply would be to someone who would ever return to earth, this flame would remain without further movement; but as no one has ever returned alive from this gulf, if what I hear is true, I can answer you with no fear of infamy.”

    I feel it gives the introduction that this was not supposed to leave his his mind, and that it is a message from his deepest thoughts.

  48. kay says:

    I think it would be more fun knowing the Italian. Anybody willing to translate?

    This is still my favourite poem in the history of the world, though. I don’t know what it is about it, but it makes my heart clench every time I read it.

  49. unlucky says:

    I’m really surpised that noone has commented on this poem, it’s such an amazing piece. We read it in english class last year, and ever since i’ve been pushing people into reading it. Quality! (ps…. it’s more fun when you don’t know what the itlian means at the beinging and you try to guess)

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