The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - and Other Poems

T.S. Eliot

Ameron

1976

44 páginas

1h 28m

ISBN-13: 9780848809973

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels.

Resenhas (2)

5 (Perfeito)

And in short, I was afraid.

Prufrok é um homem que (em resumo), tem medo de ousar fazer o que deseja, medindo sua vida em colheres de café como se já conhecesse todas as possibilidades de tudo dar errado e de tudo dar certo. Mesmo assim, ele continua sentado no mesmo restaurante, enquanto assiste as mulheres do bar terem conversas superficiais sobre Michelangelo; envelhece respirando uma falsa realidade em que ele ousa perturbar o universo; maldiz a realidade para abafar seu sentimento de incerteza ("So how should I presume."), inferioridade ("I'm not prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be") e impotência diante do medo de "forçar o momento à sua crise".

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter
I am no prophet — and here is no great matter
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.