The Waste Land and Other Poems: Including The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I am no prophet
“But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.”
Excerpt From
Prufrock and Other Observations (here)
by T. S. Eliot