Analysis Of The Love Letter To J. Alfred Prufrock

Dear J. Alfred Prufrock, the great Greek philosopher, Socrates, once said, “I know that I am intelligent, because I know that I know nothing”. It is in my opinion that Socrates summarized you life in the one line. Prufrock, your writing is divine genius, but it is clear to see that you are facing the most pure and overwhelming questions concerning the very folds of the universe all at once. Not to discount the valid earthly problems of everyday life. As in betwixt your elegant lines containing the most In the contents of this letter, my hope is that I enclose useful advise which might shed light onto your current quandary expressed in your poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.. Your habitual passiveness is prevalent through all

Prufrock, to put it simply you seemly over-analyze every move you make, both in mundan situations or in the questioning of the universe. Lines 40-48 best showcase this problematic perseption, you voice, “With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--/ (They will say: ‘How his hair is growing thin!’)/ My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,/ My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--/ (They will say: ‘But how his arms and legs are thin!’)/ Do I dare/ Disturb the universe?”. Obviously, there is a difference between festering over the concerns of the universe and the anxiety connected to the attraction two individuals share. In regards to both issues arisen, I implore you to understand the fact that one cannot live a fulfilling over thinking every turn in the road. Tell me Prufrock, do you consciously process every step you take or every instant your lungs fill with air? To enjoy life, one must let go and live, so that one life is as easy as

Lines 13-14, and lines 65-69 you discuss, “In the room the women come and go/ Talking of Michelangelo/.... Is is perfume from a dress/ that makes me so digress?/ Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl./ And should I then presume?/ And should I begin?”. Although the mere presence of a lady is enough to divert your attention from matters of importance and begin to fumble over your infatuations, look elsewhere for fulfillment in of love life. First of all, do not go to where the ladies talk of Michelangelo in search of a partner because they only make you insecure of yourself, as seen in your fixation with how the women perceive your appearances. It is a fact that someone will love you for you, not the person you aspire to portray to the ladies. In like manner, you need a partnership with one who will help you connect to the world, yet you waste time pursuing the ones who will drag you down to the depths of insecurity and disaster. I recommend that you hold off on your quest for love, for love will come to one when one least expects love. In the meantime, settle down to find the greater beauty in life than chasing after ladies skirts. Perhaps reading Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Nature will shine some light into areas of life which pass you by