PoemI have measured out my life with coffee spoons.T.S. EliotThe Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock · 1915★ 7.1
Birth, and copulation, and death. That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.T.S. Eliot1932★ 6.9
PlayAnd the wind shall say: "Here were decent godless people: Their only monument the asphalt road And a thousand lost golf balls."T.S. Eliot1934★ 6.9
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