Eliot, antes de Hipnos

Fiz um recorte num dos poemas de que mais gosto, de entre todos os poemas de que gosto: "A Canção de Amor de J. Alfred Prufrock"
(T.S. Eliot)

"...
And indeed  there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the
                                                     [street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
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;
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
...