At the beginning of Prufrock, you have the lines 

> The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent

and this is really what I was drawing my comparison from with

> here comes my desperate hour of silent terror in the dark

Is it worthy of such a comparison? Hmm

plebpoet

A volume of poems called Ash Wednesday. But above all *Prufrock*, above all

Spirits such as these animate the mundane. Great share!

I was always a little intimidated by T.S. Eliot, as with James Joyce. And until now I haven't done much reading of either, though I am well aware of the genius of both. I have read "Prufrock" and 

 but these are not their most important works. I found both engaging as they were a challenge.

the_stacker_muse

Confession of a flower goblin, a silly little story in verse

Spirits such as these animate the mundane. Great share!

I was always a little intimidated by T.S. Eliot, as with James Joyce. And until now I haven't done much reading of either, though I am well aware of the genius of both. I have read "Prufrock" and *A Portrait of the Artist,* but these are not their most important works. I found both engaging as they were a challenge.

What do you recommend by Eliot?