And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me
The personification of the afternoon and evening as sleeping peacefully beside Prufrock draws a sharp contrast with his own existential turmoil.
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