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 Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:40 pm
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.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:48 pm
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.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:52 pm
I like it. I alway have...
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 9:54 pm
I wonder if anyone thought this was going to be a Cure song...or a Tesla song.
*giggles*
Maybe we should post all manner of love songs in here.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 4:50 am
Prufrock always make me sad. But thanks for posting it, Jiggy. It's been a good long while since I read it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 5:35 am
It made Fenny's head a'splode...Fenny hasn't had her coffee.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 7:52 am
Cath Fenrir It made Fenny's head a'splode...Fenny hasn't had her coffee. You are hereby requested not to have your head asplode in my thread. It's too messy. Save it for the destructo threads. smile
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 7:56 am
FastFresnel Prufrock always make me sad. But thanks for posting it, Jiggy. It's been a good long while since I read it. It is sad, but it's a beautiful melancholic opus, with some most compelling mental imagery. Reading it makes my heart ache, just a little. I usually don't post things like this, but the Michelangelo, scuttling claws we posted made me think it would be a good idea. Or at least, it would refresh my memory, and share the reference. I forgot how much I liked certain passages of this...and how the older I get, the more I understand the overarching theme of the poem.
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