T.S. Eliot escribió The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock entre 1910 y 1911

Y fue publicado en 1915. Lo leí por primera vez en mis años mozos y nunca más me lo pude sacar de la cabeza. Se los recomiendo:

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.

(Sigue acá)