Tag Archives: The Lovesong of J Alfred Prufrock

Coffee Spoons

Posted on March 5, 2003 by John

Little by little, life goes on Minute after minute, and then it’s gone A brief bit of essence to work upon Like a fog lingering on the lawn Little by little, life it grows Hour by hour, it never slows … Continue reading →

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After a Line in Eliot

Posted on February 28, 2003 by John

In the halls the people come and go, wishing I were Michelangelo; but things are not always as perfect as his David would lead you to believe. Some days, after too much cheap wine and dreadful harp Music even the … Continue reading →

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