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Poetry post: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

Today’s post is inspired by Elon Musk’s tweet:

This is one of my favorite poems too and it’s been a while since I read it. But it has such beautiful rhythm, I never get tired of it.

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.

I’m tempted to put the whole poem here, but it’s too long for that so I’m just picking my favorite parts.

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.

This part always reminds of The Chocolate War, an amazing book whose protagonist thinks of those lines when he has a difficult choice to make:

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

It’s a sad poem. It tells the story of a man who has something important to say and in the end, doesn’t dare to take a risk and actually say it, but keeps wondering Would it have been worth while…  The description of his feelings while he tries to decide if he’s gonna say it or not time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and revisions is such an accurate portrayal of a person trying to make himself feel brave but already giving himself a way out: I don’t have to go through with this, I still have time to change my mind. It’s something I relate to a lot and considering the popularity of the poem, I think a lot of other people find it relatable too.

 

 

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Poetry Post: Aftermath by Siegfried Sassoon

Have you forgotten yet?…
For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you’re a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same–and War’s a bloody game…
Have you forgotten yet?…
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you’ll never forget.

Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz–
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench–
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, ‘Is it all going to happen again?’

Do you remember that hour of din before the attack–
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads–those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?

Have you forgotten yet?…
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you’ll never forget.

I just finished reading a book called After the War Is Over by Jennifer Robson, that I didn’t enjoy very much, but it’s not all bad because it introduced me to this poem.

I’m in a war literature phase right now. I’m reading Generation Kill at the moment, and I just picked up Mila 18 from the library, and there are some Band of Brothers books I’ve been meaning to read for a while. The thing is, sometimes when I read a war book or watch a war movie, I get so into it that in a way I start to romanticize it, even though I know that’s not right. This poem reminds me exactly why it’s not right.