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Marlowe’s Favorite Poem

Wednesday, 18. August 2010 20:15

A favorite poem is like that first great kiss: you never forget it. The mere mention of it makes your face blush and your heart beat a little faster.

I first read “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” when I was just a junior in High School. I immediately fell in love, hard. Its gauzy spell never shook loose, never left me. To this day, I squeal when I find fragments of the poem reused, whether wrapped in pop culture or an academic treatise.


You see, unlike the very heady and often cryptic “Waste Land” (T.S. Eliot‘s most famous poem), “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” beckons to you from the first stanza. The language teases you, takes you for a walk, and leaves you breathless.

Its modern sensibility, its bleakness, its layered definition of love remain fresh despite the staleness of the title character. We may now measure our days with text messages instead of coffee spoons, but Prufrock’s cautionary tale about the perils of an ordinary adulthood nonetheless resonate. The bitter angst still bites. The wistful hope still lingers. And the unmatched desire remains almost inaudible.

Read It

Check out the full poem at Bartleby.com.

Hear It

Hear T.S. Eliot read his poem:

What’s your favorite poem?

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If Pigs Could Fly

Tuesday, 10. August 2010 19:00

the enso

Statue of pig with wings, as if preparing to fly

"A Pig Prepares for Flight" by marlowe

the poem

then the lies we tell
ourselves, each other
would be halfway
around the world by now,
perched in trees, wings folded,
no way home. The streets
are littered with what remains
— an empty bottle, a dozen wilted roses.
Do we hope our stories wash
away in the rain? Do we
expect to leap from the ledge
and soar?

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