A Lovely Life Song

A Lovely Life Song “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot is anything but a love song. Nowhere in its fragmented and disjointed lines does it contain the imagery pertaining to a love poem. Instead Eliot’s poem follows more of a dream state of a man reflecting on a life imagined as hell. The imagery leads one more to think of Prufrock floating around between the inconsistent stanzas as of …

…disjointed and fragmented waste of time by using Prufrock's character as a tool. He was laden with guilt His guilt was laden upon himself in the sense that he thought of turning around on the stairway and starting over again. In an instant, all of the sudden his hair was thinning and it was too late; he had already contemplated far too long on a life once lived and he drowned in his own reality.