taken from:
T. S. Elliot, (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917.
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And indeed there will be time | |
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, | |
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; | 25 |
There will be time, there will be 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; | 30 |
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. | |
In the room the women come and go | 35 |
Talking of Michelangelo. |
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remember, theres always time.
Or is there?
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