I’ve had that one line stuck in my head the past 24 hours.
It’s from T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prurock.
It’s a longerish poem, so I won’t post it here, but I love that part of the poem.
I need a t-shirt or a coffee mug that says that.
I could go around saying, “hah! look!”
Because that would be lots of fun.
Or something like that.
Anyway, had to get rid of the earworm.
Can a line in a poem be considered an earworm? Or is that called something else for poetry?
I must ponder this.