While I’m away teaching at the Converse College Low-Residency MFA program (application deadline February 15!), I thought I’d post some of my favorite lines of poetry that I encountered during college—
From “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
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?
Read the whole poem here.
Fun fact: I remember chatting with an English PhD student who told me that he had been reading this poem every season for the past seven years and still didn’t understand it fully; I was suitably impressed and intimidated.
