Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Essay: A Beautifully Complicated Maste

  The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock A Beautifully Complicated Masterpiece            The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot is a beautifully complicated masterpiece. The poem rises higher up all standards of poetry and completely blows your mind. The poem consists of twenty stanzas, each telling a different part of the story of J. Alfred Prufrocks life.   Eliot uses many poetic devices to add a hint of magic to the sound of the poem. The diction he uses turns what seems to be a normal poetic work of art into a dream where everything flows together interchangeable magic. An example of his diction would be Eliots powerful use of metaphor in lines 15 - 25 of the poem.   The yellow obscure that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its suffocate on the window-panes, Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back t he soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And sightedness that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street Rubbing its back upon the window-panes...   In your mind, you can just picture a yellowish fog floating around a house, through a fence, or over the trees. His diction gives you a perfect image of the yellow fog. I believe that the yellow fog is a metaphor symbolizing love. Love is slow, like the yellow fog it touches everything, it invades everything around it. There will always be time for love. Theres time for everything.   Another poetic device that El... ...ces dying with a dying fall below the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? confusion in others, Then how should I begin to spit out all the butt- ends of my geezerhood and ways? And how should I presume? fear in others, And I wee seen the e ternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid. and still loneliness in others, I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. The entire poem is sad. He feels lost. He is not understood, he feels old, he wishes he made more of a splash before the Footman comes to get him. He wishes he lived more, love more, laughed more.   The Love Story of J. Alfied Prufrock emphasizes a man who has loved and lost someone he deeply cared about. But as the saying goes, Tis better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.