The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock: A Beautifully Complicated MasterpieceThe Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by TS Eliot is a beautifully complicated masterpiece. The poem rises above all standards of poetry and completely blows you away. The poem consists of twenty stanzas, each telling a different part of the life story of J. Alfred Prufrock. Eliot uses many poetic devices to add a touch of magic to the sound of the poem. The diction he uses transforms what seems like a normal poetic work of art into a dream where everything comes together as if by magic. An example of his diction would be Eliot's powerful use of metaphor in lines 15-25 of the poem. The yellow fog that rubs its back on the windows, The yellow smoke that rubs its snout on the windows, Licked its tongue in the corners of the evening, Lingered on the ponds that stand in the sewers, Let fall on its back the soot falling from the chimneys, Dropped onto the terrace, made a sudden jump, And seeing that it was a mild October night, Curled up once around the house, and I fell asleep. And indeed, there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides down the street, rubbing its back against the windows;... In your mind, you can just imagine a yellowish fog floating around a house, at through a fence or over trees. His diction gives you a perfect picture of the yellow fog. I believe the “yellow fog” is a metaphor symbolizing love. Love is slow, like the yellow fog it touches everything, it invades everything around it. There will always be time for love. There is time for everything. Another poetic device that El...... middle of paper ......these dies from a dying fall to the music of a more distant room. So how should I assume? » ; confusion in others, “So how should I start spitting all the ass out of my days and ways”? And how can we presume?"; fear in others, "And I saw the eternal footman holding my coat, and sneering, and in short, I was afraid."; and again loneliness in others, " I heard the sirens singing, each to each. I don't think they'll sing to me." The whole poem is sad. He feels lost. He is not understood, he feels old, he wishes he had made more noise before the "Footman" came He would like to live more, love more, laugh more J. Alfied Prufrock's love story focuses on a man who loved and lost someone he cared about deeply. says the proverb, “It is better to have loved and lost than to have loved and lost and never to have loved at all.”."