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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  i have measured out my life with coffee spoons
T.S. Eliot is a phenomenal poet.

and Prufrock is a phenomenal poem.
so phenomenal, that i will have to write an in-class paragraph on 10 lines of my choice.

as of now,
two sets of 10-12 lines have caught my eye,
and based on my meditation of them over the next week
i shall pick my set.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

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And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair -
(They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin -
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

the reason they are so similar, is because they are right next to each other, in a poem of almost 15 stanzas.
and these two intrigue me the most.

generic answers are all very well,
i mean, Eliot must have had a specific theme,
and interpretations can only go so far..
but where is the depth and reflection to be found
for my in class paragraph?
=/
 


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