The Furious Spinner

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled."

I just realized I've been misquoting that line from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" for years. I've always said, "I grow old, I grow old, I wear my trousers rolled." In any case, the point of this trip down T.S. Eliot lane is that researchers have translated a new Sappho poem. They discovered this poem, recently, in the wrappings around an Egyptian mummy. In this "new" poem, she writes about the perils of growing old. It's quite moving and sad. Some things never change.

By the way, if you've never read "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot it is an amazing piece. Eliot may not have been an exemplary man, but some of his poems are so vivid and evocative—so authentically human. 1 comments

1 Comments:

I won't write poetry because of how well Elliot wrote poetry.

And do I dare to eat a peach?

By  Scott from Oregon, at 8:32 PM  

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