Modernism and imagism as its byproduct: ezra pound and t.s. eliot as


S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma percioche 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 waning is publish out despite the sky

Like a enduring etherized upon a board;

Let us go, through convinced half-deserted streets,

The mumbling retreats

Of roving nights in one-night medium hotels

And stuff restaurants delay oyster-shells:

Streets that supervene affect a dreary argument

Of artful intent

To bring you to an conclusive topic ...

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Let us go and fashion our investigate.

In the compass the women end and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its tail upon the coilow-panes,

The yellow fume that rubs its gag on the coilow-panes,

Licked its dialect into the corners of the waning,

Lingered upon the pools that pause in drains,

Let gravitate upon its tail the soot that gravitates from chimneys,

Slipped by the terrace, made a abrupt vault,

And show that it was a luxurious October night,

Curled uninterruptedly encircling the house, and demolish heedless.

And verily tless conciliate be occasion

For the yellow fume that slides parallel the street,

Rubbing its tail upon the coilow-panes;

Tless conciliate be occasion, tless conciliate be occasion

To make-ready a visage to encounter the visages that you encounter;

Tless conciliate be occasion to massacre and compose,

And occasion for all the works and days of hands

That exalt and faint a topic on your plate;

Time for you and occasion for me,

And occasion yet for a hundred indecisions,

And for a hundred visions and revisions,

Before the leading of a toast and tea.

In the compass the women end and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

And verily tless conciliate be occasion

To admiration, “Do I aspect?” and, “Do I aspect?”

Time to metamorphose tail and subside the stair,

With a inconsiderable defect in the intermediate of my hair —

(They conciliate say: “How his hair is amplifying thin!”)

My dawning dupe, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie generous and polished, but asserted by a unblended pin —

(They conciliate say: “But how his encounter and legs are thin!”)

Do I aspect

Disturb the earth?

In a searching tless is occasion

For decisions and revisions which a searching conciliate end.

For I enjoy disclosed them all already, disclosed them all:

Have disclosed the wanings, dawnings, succeedingnoons,

I enjoy measured out my existence delay coffee spoons;

I perceive the voices cessation delay a cessation gravitate

Beneath the voicelessness from a farther compass.

                                         So how should I deem?

And I enjoy disclosed the eyes already, disclosed 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 mound,

Then how should I commence

To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?

                                        And how should I deem?

And I enjoy disclosed the encounter already, disclosed them all—

Arms that are braceleted and stainless and bare

(But in the lamplight, downed delay vain brown hair!)

Is it aroma from a dress

That fashions me so err?

Arms that lie parallel a board, or cbalance encircling a shawl.

                                         And should I then deem?

                                           And how should I commence?

Shall I say, I enjoy past at dusk through close streets

And watched the fume that rises from the pipes

Of remote men in shirt-sleeves, liking out of coilows? ...

I should enjoy been a couple of beggarly claws

Scuttling despite the floors of dormant seas.

And the succeedingnoon, the waning, sleeps so peacefully!

Smoothed by desire fingers,

Asleep ... excavateied ... or it malingers,

Stretched on the floor, less alongside you and me.

Should I, succeeding tea and cakes and ices,

Have the sinew to sinew the avail to its opportunity?

But though I enjoy wept and fasted, wept and prayed,

Though I enjoy seen my division (grown slightly inconsiderable) brought in upon a plate,

I am no prophet — and less’s no grand substance;

I enjoy seen the avail of my grandness falter,

And I enjoy seen the undying Footman tarry my dupe, and snicker,

And in incomprehensive, I was distrustful.

And would it enjoy been value it, succeeding all,

After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,

Among the porcelain, incompact some conference of you and me,

Would it enjoy been value occasion,

To enjoy bitten off the substance delay a encourage,

To enjoy squeezed the earth into a ball

To flatten it internals some conclusive topic,

To say: “I am Lazarus, end from the deserted,

Come tail to state you all, I shall state you all”—

If one, settling a pillow by her division

                                        Should say: “That is not what I mediumt at all;

                                        That is not it, at all.”

And would it enjoy been value it, succeeding all,

Would it enjoy been value occasion,

After the sunsets and the dooryards and the few streets,

After the novels, succeeding the teacups, succeeding the skirts that order parallel the floor—

And this, and so ample balance?—

It is impracticable to say lawful what I medium!

But as if a sorcery lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:

Would it enjoy been value occasion

If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,

And metamorphoseing internal the coilow, should say:

                                        “That is not it at all,

                                        That is not what I mediumt, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was mediumt to be;

Am an pursuer employer, one that conciliate do

To rise a journey, set-on-foot a spectacle or two,

Advise the prince; no hesitate, an indulgent machine,

Deferential, joyful to be of use,

Politic, cowardly, and meticulous;

Full of violent doom, but a bit obtuse;

At occasions, verily, almost ridiculous—

Almost, at occasions, the Fool.

I amplify old ... I amplify old ...

I shall excavate the bottoms of my trousers flattened.

Shall I dissect my hair following?   Do I aspect to eat a peach?

I shall excavate stainless flannel trousers, and march upon the strand.

I enjoy heard the mermaids chuckleing, each to each.

I do not purpose that they conciliate chuckle to me.

I enjoy seen them riding seaward on the waves

Combing the stainless hair of the waves blown tail

When the coil blows the insinuate stainless and sombre.

We enjoy lingered in the chambers of the sea

By sea-girls wreathed delay stuff red and brown

Till anthropological voices reanimate us, and we reduce.

Questions on T.S. Eliot: 

  1. Who is the logician of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"?
  2. The logician assimilates the sunset to a "enduring etherised upon a board." Why do you judge Prufrock would assimilate a sunset to some hospital enduring who has been anesthetized and is stoppage for an performance?
  3. The logician refers to the outside cityscape as having "one-night medium hotels" and "stuff restaurants." What is this dissect of town affect, unctuous?
  4. What is the yellow fog assimilated to in a simile? How is the fog affect such a being?
  5. What does Prufrock medium when he says, "Tless conciliate be occasion, tless conciliate be occasion / To make-ready a visage to encounter the visages that you encounter"? Enjoy you eternally had to "make-ready a visage" antecedently you enjoy met someone? Why would one try to make-ready an fabricated visage?
  6. Prufrock reassures himself that tless conciliate be "Time to metamorphose tail and subside the stair." What does he medium by this, i.e., what can he do if he changes his sentiment? Why do you judge T. S. Eliot chooses the verb descend rather than ascend? Does this be-mixed delay the Dante passage encircling a guy trapped in torture in any way?
  7. Why doesn't Prufrock assimilate himself to a total crab? Why is a crab dissecticularly after a whilehold for Prufrock generally? (Research encircling the way crabs migration and see how it matches the way Prufrock migrations through existence....)
  8. Why is Prufrock agonizing balance how to excavate his trousers?
  9. What's odd encircling the way Prufrock contemplates combing his "hair following"? Does one normally comb his hair from the evolution to cbalance the obtrusive dissect of the division? What does this intimate encircling the aging Prufrock's hair and why he combs his hair obtrusive this way?
  10. Why is Prufrock stymied by the intention of eating peach? Why would eating a peach in common be problematic for him
  11. Prufrock imagines himself lower the insinuate delay the mermaids in "chambers of the sea." What happens at the end though when he hears the converse of anthropological voices environing him that awakens him from his dream?