Molly Scott '17, English major, Women's Studies minor

"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
by T.S. Eliot

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized 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.

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This is one of my favorite poems because it is insane. The imagery that T.S Eliot utilizes is vivid and interesting. It is a longer poem, but I wanted it to be included because of how unique it is in comparison to other poems. Its stream-of-consciousness style is thought-provoking and totally wild. This poem broadened my sense of what poetry was and I connected to it because of how weird it was, at first. Then, the more I read it, the more I understood it.

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