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 numbers rises above all standards of poetry and completely blows your mind. The numbers consists of twenty stanzas, individually 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 like magic. An example of his diction would be Eliots tendinous use of metaphor in lines 15 - 25 of the poem.   The discolour murk that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes, Licked its mother tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that go from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, do a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a well-fixed October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there result be succession For the yellow smoke that slides along the street guide its back upon the window-panes...   In your mind, you can just picture a chicken 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 last with a dying fall beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? confusion in others, Then how should I begin to plash out all the butt- ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? fear in others, And I have se en the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid. and salvage 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 at sea. 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, loved 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 snap off to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.