The .doc File of J. Alfred Prufrock
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a laptop, put in sleep mode on a table
Let us go through certain half-deserted streets
The blinking-light retreats
Of restless nights in free-wifi cafes
And public libraries with internet
Streets that follow like messageboard argument
of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming blog post
Oh, do not ask, “What, yaoi?”
Let us go and post an entry.***
I grow old… I grow old…
I shall add some links to my blog roll.
(Via First Thoughts.)
Addendum: Not fond of 20th-century poetry? Here’s a bit of apocryphal Chaucer for you.
Thanks for the link!