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.

from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
found through a link to Bartleby’s at caterina.net

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    Proshanta Kumar Roy

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