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Unformatted text preview: Read the following poem and prepare for a Socratic seminar on block day. For each stanza, write a comment or question in the margin. Then, write 1 paragraph for each of the following questions: What might be some reasons one would pity Prufrock? In what ways might one also be irritated by him? This is your ticket to the seminar, and must be completed to get full credit. “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T. S. Eliot S'io credesse chc mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa Gamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno viva alcun, s'i'odo il vero, Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo. "If I thought my answer were given to anyone who would ever return to the world, this flame would stand still without moving any further. But since never from this abyss has anyone ever returned alive, if what I hear is true,without fear of infamy I answer you." [ Inferno , Canto XXVII, 61-66, by Dante Alghieri] 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. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo....
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This note was uploaded on 05/16/2011 for the course LIT 337 taught by Professor Jackson during the Winter '10 term at Grand Valley State.
- Winter '10