Coffee Spoons

• The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot

  For I have known them all already, known them all:
  Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
  I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
  I know the voices dying with a dying fall
  Beneath the music from a farther room.
  So how should I presume?

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  • 1 year ago
  

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