No. 01 / Modernist
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the skyRead poem
It's almost a fanpage
It's about commitment.
Commitment to the bit 🤙
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the skyRead poem
Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hearRead poem
The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,Read poem
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Read poem
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome decree:Read poem
The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cryRead poem
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,Read poem
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Read poem
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I callRead poem
The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fairRead poem
That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the treesRead poem
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer;Read poem
I just grabbed a handful of obnoxious poems. But I actually really like some of them.
Keats can go fuck himself though.