1The Love Song of J. Alfred PrufrockT.S.Eliot1. Sio credesse che mia risposta fosse2. A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,3. Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.4. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo5. Non torno vivo alcun, siodo il vero,6. Senza tema dinfamia ti rispondo.7. Let us go then, you and I,8. When the evening is spread out against the sky9. Like a patient etherized upon a table;10. Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,11. The muttering retreats12. Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels13. And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:14. Streets that follow like a tedious argument15. Of insidious intent16. To lead you to an overwhelming question .17. Oh, do not ask, “What is it?“18. Let us go and make our visit.19. In the room the women come and go220. Talking of Michelangelo.21. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,22. The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,23. Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,24. Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,25. Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,26. Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,27. And seeing that it was a soft October night,28. Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.29. And indeed there will be time30. For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,31. Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;32. There will be time, there will be time33. To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;34. There will be time to murder and create,35. And time for all the works and days of hands36. That lift and drop a question on your plate;37. Time for you and time for me,38. And time yet for a hundred indecisions,39. And for a hundred visions and revisions,40. Before the taking of a toast and tea.341. In the room the women come and go42. Talking of Michelangelo.43. And indeed there will be time44. To wonder, “Do I dare?“ and, “Do I dare?“45. Time to turn back and descend the stair,46. With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-47. (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!“)48. My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,49. My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin-50. (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!“)51. Do I dare52. Disturb the universe?53. In a minute there is time54. For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.55. For I have known them all already, known them all:56. Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,57. I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;58. I know the voices dying with a dying fall59. Beneath the music from a farther room.60. So how should I presume?61. And I have known the eyes already, known them all-62. The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,463. And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,64. When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,65. Then how should I begin66. To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?67. And how should I presume?68. And I have known the arms already, known them all-69. Arms that are braceleted and white and bare70. (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)71. Is it perfume from a dress72. That makes me so digress?73. Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.74. And should I then presume?75. And how should I begin?76. Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets77. And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes78. Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? .79. I should have been a pair of ragged claws80. Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.81. And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!82. Smoothed by long fingers,83. Asleep . tired . or it malingers,584. Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.85. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,86. Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?87. But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,88. Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,89. I am no prophet-and here 抯 no great matter;90. I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,91. And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,92. And in short, I was afraid.93. And would it have been worth it, after all,94. After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,95. Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,96. Would it have been worth while,97. To have bitten off the matter with a smile,98. To have squeezed the universe into a ball99. To roll it toward some overwhelming question,100. To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,101. Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all“-102. If one, settling a pillow by her head,*103. Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;104. That is not it, at all.“105. And would it have been worth it, after all,6106. Would it have been worth while,107. After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,108. After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor-109. And this, and so much more?