'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' is one of those pieces of art that sustains me. I literally don't know who I would be without it. I have been reading and rereading that poem since I was about 17, and each time I read it, I come to understand it a little bit differently. It is of course, about death and aging, but also about place ('The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes/ The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes/ Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening/Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains), time, the attempt of humans to find intimacy, and so many other things. This poem comforted me when I lost my sister, helps me breath when I am overwhelmed by the pace of life, and intrigues me endlessly. I once heard an audio recording of Eliott reading it... his voice was not at all what I expected: it quivered, thin and high, and fell like the clanging of a clock at the end of lines. The feel of this work to, is clock-like, keeping time, keeping time. ...less...more

An interesting but irregular book of poetry. "The waste land" itself I should definitely rate higher, as it is a huge and powerful piece. The other poems, however, are sometimes good, sometimes bad; half of them is "skippable". Poems like "Prufrock", "Gerontion", "Portrait of a lady" and some others make up for that though and give the book as a whole its three star status.

T.S. Eliot is one of my favorite poets. I love his melodious flow, but at the same time the poems are so complex and multi-layered one could study them for a lifetime. My favorite is The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, the story of a middle-aged, unsuccessful man.

I can't help but love the Waste Land, The Hollow Men, The Preludes, and a few others (no, not Prufrock really, sorry) but in general Eliot's a little too restrained / austere / what have you. Too old. He was always old, even as a young man.

The epitome of Modernism in America, tedium amongst commercial riffraff. "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" is, of course, the highlight of the book.

I wrote a paper for my high school AP English class on this poem. I thought Eliot was the bee's knees back then. Prufrock and all that.

I am not usually into poetry as a genre, but I love the Wasteland. This is one poem I will read over and over. I

Contains "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", which I think might actually be my favorite poem of all time.

I love the sound of Eliot and the way some of his lines hits, but seriously, I don't understand him.

I fell in love with these in high school, and they still hold that special sparkle for me.

I secretly believe that Eliot wrote The Waste Land as a practical joke. Suckers...

"Do I dare to eat a peach?" Yes, Alfred, I HIGHLY recommend eating a peach.

Oh, this is my religion. Make fun of me if you will.

[Note to self: reread "Little Gidding."]

Another highlight of my career as an EM.

Both inspiring and life-changing.

Come on ... it's T.S. Eliot.

If you've read it you know.