For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
Eliot - Prufrock and Other Observations
