Man you guys are unclultured bastards.

j/k.
Cassiopiea Reviewed by Cassiopiea on . 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