I take my hat: how can I make a cowardly amends
For what she has said to me?
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the sporting page.
Particularly I remark An English countess goes upon the stage.
A Greek was murdered at a Polish dance,
Another bank defaulter has confessed.
I keep my countenance, I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
Are these ideas right or wrong?
Conversation Galente
"You, madam, are the eternal humorist,
The eternal enemy of the absolute,
Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist!
With your aid indifferent and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?"
Love of Prufrock
- No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
- Am an attendant lord, one that will do
- To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
- Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
- Deferential, glad to be of use,
- Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
- Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
- At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
- Almost, at times, the Fool.
These three parts of poems show a progression of subversion away from the woman or love interest of the poet. In portrait, the poet shows his ability to be around a older woman and only be able to understand his feeling to himself not the woman's. Conversation Galente is a more developed man that can speak to a woman but can not hear here while on the other hand the woman can hear but cannot speak. Oddly here we are given the downward spiral that so our hero's decline into depression or the metaphorical hole. Finally, in Eliot's Prufrock, the poet is now older and completely over look by the women passing by. His claim is that they are simply looking for their Michaelangelo. Their shallowness completely isolates our hero. This is the overshadow that is instantly seen. But, a closer examination might come to show that its not the shallowness of the women around Prufrock that is the problem but the dislike of human interaction that causes him to lack the ability to talk to these women. Or we could say that it is the fault of the past that causes his beliefs to stray so far from human interaction. But, yet what one finds so humorous is the poets words are more like Michaelangelo than not. Dare I say Roxanne or a Shakespearean prose.
Moving towards the idea in general we see two separate units, changing in magnitude. One over powering the other but yet still in the same area. A yin yang that has become unbalanced. But, from different views the sides change. The only thing that is constant is the space between which always remains.
