Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question …

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Let us go and make our visit.

Taken from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

BY T. S. ELIOT

We are going, I and you,

When the morning is pressed against the sea

Like ship wandering on the horizon

Let us go through half-deserted beaches

Searching for ancient pebbles

The pebbles of confront

Of sky open nights

Insidious with fright

Crying mischievous laments

Of indecent intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question…

Oh, do ask, what is it?

Let us go and breathe from a visit

For: https://dversepoets.com/2021/01/05/a-conversation/