In a one page, double-spaced, typed essay, answer the following topic:
What does T.S. Eliot’s “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons” in “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” mean to you? What part of your life makes you feel as if your life is flashing by one wasteful, repeated (and repeated and repeated) act or motion at a time? Was there any other idea in the poem that connected to your life?