The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock: The Pitiful Prufrock


T.S. Elliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," is a melancholy poem
of one man's frustrated search to find the meaning of his existence. The
speaker's strong use of imagery contributes to the poems theme of communion and
loneliness. The Poem begins with an invitation from Prufrock to follow him
through his self-examination. The imagery of this invitation begins with a
startling simile, "Let us go then you and I/ When the evening is spread out
against the sky/ Like a patient etherised upon a table." This simile literally
describes the evening sky, but functions on another level. Prufrock's
description of the "etherised" evening indicates an altering of perception, and
an altering of time, which creates a dreamlike quality throughout the poem.
This dreamlike quality is supported throughout the poem with the "yellow fog"
that contributes to the slowed-down-etherised feeling of the poem. Time and
perception are effectively "etherised" in this poem. It is almost as if the
poem is a suspended moment of realization of one man's life, "spread out against
the sky". The imagery of the patient represents Prufrock's self-examination.
Furthermore, the imagery of the "etherised patient" denotes a person waiting for
treatment. It seems this treatment will be Prufrock's examination of himself and
his life. Prufrock repeats his invitation and asks the reader to follow him
through a cold and lonely setting that seems to be the Prufrock's domain. The
imagery of the journey through the city is described as pointed to lead the
reader (and more accurately Prufrock) to an overwhelming question. Prufrock's
description of the urban city is quite dreary: " 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." This is the lonely setting that
Prufrock lives out his meager existence. This city is suspended under the same
anesthesia that spreads the evening like an "etherised patient." Prufrock
moves his attention from the city to his final destination; "the room the women
come and go/ Speaking of Michealangelo." This couplet contrasts with the
previous urban landscape and adds anticipation to the ominous tension
surrounding the event. This line also is about time. The couplet suggests that
Prufrock has been around to see these women "come and go," implying Prufrock has
been situated in the high societal environment for some time. The line also
implies that while others have come and gone from the social circles Prufrock is
a part of; Prufrock has stayed stagnating. On the way, Prufrock deliberates
on whether he can find value in the cold superficial environment, and ask the
overwhelming question, "Do I dare/ Disturb the universe?". He feels if he can
muster the courage to ask the question, he may at last find value in his life:
"would it have been worth while/ To have bitten off the matter with a smile,? To
have squeezed the universe into a ball." Ultimately, he fails at both tasks.
Throughout the poem, the themes of time's passage and age continue to
illustrate the unhappiness of Prufrock's life. Prufrock reveals the measured out
portions of life he has lived: "I have measured out my life in coffee spoons."
This phrase shows Prufrock's inability to seize the day. He also employs subtle
devices, such as thinning hair and resulting bald spot, as indicators of age and
the importance he feels now that he is past his prime: "Time to turn back and
descend the stair,/ With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--/ (They will say:
'How his hair is growing thin')" This shows Prufrock's fear of being laughed at.
Furthermore, this line shows Prufrock's desire to "disturb the universe," and
his fear that he will be scoffed at for not acting his proper age. When he
speaks of time it is in a contradictory fashion. On one hand, he feels a sense
of urgency as he travels to the party, because must decide if he will ask his
question. Yet, while he agonizes over whether to attempt a change in his life,
he tells us time is plentiful, explaining "there will be time for you and time
for me/ And time yet for a hundred indecisions / And for a hundred visions and
revisions/ Before taking of the toast and tea" This seems to be Prufrock trying
to escape his conviction of asking the question through rationalization.
Prufrock's growing indifference towards his sophisticated social circle,
where time