ひとりの夜もそばにいようぜ　君と僕の歌を歌う

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

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.

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:�
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all�
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

I am no prophet�and here�s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: �I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all��
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: �That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.�

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor�
And this, and so much more?�
It is impossible to say just what I mean!

Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous�
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.


Damn... TS Eliot still defines alot of how i feel... And I guess alot of my philosophies of life was built upon this poem (about sexual inadequecy by the way!)...

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.

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:�
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,

And ever since i was 15 when i first read this poem, i guess i wanted to live by that... I didn't want to measure out my life with coffeespoons... to be so ordinary, so mediocre... So do i dare? Do i dare disturb the universe? Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? To just disturb the order of things and walk up to the guy and confess what i feel... to have the strength to force THAT MOMENT to its crisis because if u wait for it to happen, i will NEVER happen.... And then to have bitten off the matter with a smile? To have squeezed the universe into a ball and roll it toward some overwhelming question.... "should i call him?"... "should I not call him?"

oh! It is impossible to say just what I mean!

Almost, at times, the Fool.

i say fuck it all....

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.