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
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The opening stanza of the acclaimed stream of consciousness poem The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot (1888 – 1965). Eliot was born in the USA, but died in London, having taken up English citizenship in 1927. Other celebrated works of the Nobel Prize in Literature winner in 1948 include The Waste Land, The Hollow Men and Ash Wednesday.