The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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There will be a time, there will be a time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate:
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
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Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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Have I strength to force the moment to its crisis?
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And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all I shall tell you all"-
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."
And it would have been worth it, after all.
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No!  I am not Prince Hamlet, more was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord,one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince: no doubt, and easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous-
Almost, at times, the Fool.