I grow old . . . I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? 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.
ATTRIBUTION:
T.S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot (1888–1965), Anglo-American critic, poet. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (l. 120–125). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
