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debs 's review for:
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
by T.S. Eliot
My, the lyricism in this poem! My favourite excerpt is towards the end, "We have lingered in the chambers of the sea/ By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown/ Till human voices wake us, and we drown." (But did he really have to be so pretentious with that whole Italian copycat passage at the start? :P)