Sunday Night Journal, March 11, 2018
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52 Poems, Week 11: Note to J. Alfred Prufrock (Billy Collins)

NOTE TO J. ALFRED PRUFROCK

I just dared to eat
a really big peach
as ripe as it could be

and I have on
a pair of plaid shorts
and a blue tee shirt
with a hole in it

and little rivers of juice
are now running down my chin and wrist
and dripping onto the pool deck.

What is your problem, man?

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Billy Collins was the U.S. Poet Laureate from 2001 to 2003.

—Beth Thackston Brooks is a retired teacher and beach bum who doesn't appreciate TSE.

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WONDERFUL response by Collins!

From C. S. Lewis (regarding the opening three lines of Prufrock):

A Confession

. . .
For twenty years I’ve stared my level best
To see if evening–any evening–would suggest
A patient etherized upon a table;
In vain. I simply wasn’t able.

Bah. I love Prufrock. But I have to admit Collins is funny.

I remember when the Allman Brothers Eat A Peach album came out I wondered if it was also a note to J. Alfred. Would have been fitting. I don't think it was though.

Glad to be challenged by Eliot and allowed to laugh at the dribbles down my chin, as well.

:-)

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