[T. S. Eliot in un ritratto di Percy Wyndham Lewis (1882 – 1957)]
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
letta dalla viva voce di Thomas Stearns Eliot – con ironia sottile –
pause e tensione drammatica da monologo teatrale
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. . . 10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
di Silvio Mignano
