Module B Flashcards
Prufrock: etherized
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table
Prufrock: oyster
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells
Prufrock: question
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit
Prufrock: Michelangelo
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
Prufrock: yellow fog
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Prufrock: curled
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep
Prufrock: time, face/faces, indecisions
And indeed there will be time
…
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,
…
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.
Prufrock: dare
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Prufrock: bald
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!”)
Prufrock: coffee spoons
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
Prufrock: pinned and wriggling
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
Prufrock: braceleted
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress
Prufrock: cakes… crisis… marmalade… crisis
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
…
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea
Prufrock: bald… prophet… eternal Footman
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
Prufrock: peach
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
Prufrock: drown
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown
Prelude I: burnt-out
Six o’clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
Prelude I: newpapers
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots
Prelude I: cab-horse
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
Preludes II… IV: trampled
sawdust-trampled street
…
Or trampled by insistent feet
Rhapsody: geranium
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium
Rhapsody: drum
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum
Rhapsody: street lamp, lamp
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said
…
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed