Musings of Prufrock
... Alfred Prufrock is simply the musings of a lonely old man. ... Alfred Prufrock as the story of a middle aged man unable to declare his love. In stanza one we are introduced to the idea of Prufrock venturing outside. ... The couplet: “In the room the women come and go / Talking of Michelangelo” shows the reader that Prufrock is now in a room where women are passing. The women come and go and pass by Prufrock in such deep thought and conversation that Prufrock doesn’t have a chance to express his feelings to any woman he may love. ... The question that is running through Prufrock’s mind is about whether or not he should declare his love and open up his soul thus letting someone see past the mask he has put up. The lines, “And time yet for a hundred indecisions, / And for a hundred visions and revisions” allow the reader to discover that Prufrock is actually talking about himself. ... Although Prufrock has been deep in thought about his feelings and emotions, the women still come and go throughout the room talking of Michelangelo. Stanza six displays Prufrock’s insecurity. ... ” Should Prufrock dare to declare his love for someone? Should Prufrock risk everything and throw caution to the wind? ... ”], which allows us to see a flaw and see the desperation that Prufrock is feeling. Prufrock wants to declare his love. ... ” are the next two lines in which Prufrock is demonstrating the possible effect that could occur if he were to declare his love. ... Again, Prufrock wants to declare his love but he denies himself from doing so. Stanza seven demonstrates how pointless the day-to-day life of Prufrock is. ... He knows how woman look at him and how women perceive him and Prufrock tells us this with the lines, “For I have known them all 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 a wall”. ... Prufrock sees no point in opening up his soul to someone who has already judged him. ... Prufrock is wondering what he can say to himself to keep himself planted in reality. ... Alas, Prufrock’s attempts at staying in reality fail and he sees himself as a crab in stanza eleven. ... Instead, in the safety of his own mind, Prufrock now lives inside himself.