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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Prufrock/Other Observations by T. S. Eliot: At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?"
La Figlia Che Piange
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
Prufrock/Other Observations |
