...Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trowsers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind ? Do I dare to eat a peach ? I shall wear white flannel trowsers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think...

...Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trowsers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind ? Do I dare to eat a peach ? I shall wear white flannel trowsers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think...

...down into the banality of a premature decrepitude : ' I grow old. ... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind V Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard...

...That is not it at all, That is not what I meant at all." I grow old ... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my...they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward in the waves, Combing the white waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We...

...context. For instance the three lines: I grow old .... I grow .... I shall wear the bottoms of ray trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? In Portrait of a Lady we find a like startling acuteness for details, with a dramatic ending which...

...poet's sharp and wounding edge of humor, but also by the blinding flame of beauty perceived or imagined. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves, Combing the white hair of the waves...

...poet's sharp and wounding edge of humor, but also by the blinding flame of beauty perceived or imagined. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves, Combing the white hair of the waves...

...Looking down from their beds, they often ask for Prufrock: I grow old . . . 1 grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my...mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that thev will sing to me. '6 JO They will sing to you, Daddy . . . Often, when I hear them, I try to remember...

...Prufrock's language now breaks down completely, shedding even the last vestiges of literal meaning: Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?...to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. Comically focusing on his own physical aspects, Prufrock's laughter is now directed at himself, at...

...shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' (1917) 1 1 Shall 1 part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall...beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. 1 do not think that they will sing to me. 'The IjOve Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' (1917); cf. Donne...