Then there’s all I need to know from Eliot’s Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, lines 73-74:
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
That’s it. Now there’s a red wheelbarrow.
Then there’s all I need to know from Eliot’s Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, lines 73-74:
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
That’s it. Now there’s a red wheelbarrow.
Wow.
It is very strange…a poem that paws at my various senses like a mischievous cat…is at the same time completely incomprehensible to me in its entirety.Would someone refresh my memory…what is this poem about?I get the impression it is about growing old? The reflections of an old man?Please, help me, I beg.