T. S. Eliot ~ S. M. Hart

Whaler’s Cove, Point Lobos 2021

Whaler’s Cove, Point Lobos

I grow old…I grow old…

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

I have heard the mermaids singing each to each.

I do not think they will sing to me.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock 1915, 1917

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