I am wondering in this epoch of COVID if these words still resonate with us
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create.
And time for all the works and days of hands
That life comes and drops a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of tea and toast
. . .and indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?”
And “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair
. . .in a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
