ERASURE POEM

 AN ERASURE POEM FROM T S ELIOT

THE LOVE SONG OF J ALFRED  PRUFROCK

let us go then you and i

when the evening is spread out against the sky

let us go in the room  by the terrace

 

it was a soft october night

indeed there will be time

time for you and time for me

time to wonder

do i dare

to spit out all the butt ends 

of my days and ways 

is it perfume from a dress

that makes me so digress

smoothed by long fingers

asleep  stretched on the floor

you and me 

 settling a pillow by her head                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

throwing off a shawl

 

 

 

 

                                      Klimt

 

 

 

 

i am an attendant lord glad to be of use

at times almost ridiculous

 

i grow old

 

i shall walk upon the beach

I have heard the mermaids singing

I have seen them riding seaward

combing  the white hair of the waves

we have lingered in the chambers of the sea

and we drown

See Above Post for original T S Eliot Poem