In his 1909 poem "The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock" T.S. Eliot included, not once but twice, these lines:
"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo."
I wonder whether, if T.S. (Tom to his friends) had lived in Rochester, New York, when he wrote his poem instead of in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where he was a student at Harvard, he might have written the following instead:
"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Lake Ontario."
In the same poem, he also wrote:
"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 that they will sing to me."
I wonder why I was unaffected by these lines when I was in my twenties but now that I am in my eighties I find them deeply moving, their poignancy causing my eyes to fill with tears.
On a more lighthearted note, I read recently that men have three hairstyles -- parted, unparted, and departed. J.Alfred Prufrock, take note.
I wonder on this, the vernal equinox, spring having arrived in the northern hemisphere today, March 20, 2023, at 5:24 p.m. EDT (Eastern Daylight Time), why the low temperature at my house this morning was 24°F (-4.44°C). It just doesn't seem right, somehow.
I suppose that since I am prone to wander (Lord, I feel it), I will probably continue to wonder.
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ReplyDeleteThank you, Emma, for hanging in there and commenting even though I haven't responded to any comments on the last three posts until today. I am sort of back but there are additional events on my calendar. I'm sure you are right about "the experiences of age" as it does give a certain perspective and "long view" of things that the younger crowd does not yet have.
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