Poetry?

[Cassiopiea]

Any of you motha's into poetry. Not like "street poetry" but the real stuff like Blake, T.S Eliot or Gerard Manley Hopkins?

My favourite poem is the Love song of J.Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot, and this is the first stanza of it.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question â?¦
Oh, do not ask, â??What is it?â?�
Let us go and make our visit.

Cassiopiea Reviewed by Cassiopiea on 09-23-2006. Poetry? Any of you motha's into poetry. Not like "street poetry" but the real stuff like Blake, T.S Eliot or Gerard Manley Hopkins? My favourite poem is the Love song of J.Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot, and this is the first stanza of it. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels Rating: 5