Home Burial By Robert Frost And The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock

Identity: Purging emotions
The piece “Home Burial” by Robert Frost and “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T. S Eliot is both memorable and riveting pieces of literature that deals with loneliness and sorrow. Although they both deal with sadness and very strong emotions it is for entirely different reasons. If one cannot identify with their situation and be entirely truthful to their own identity, it can lead to a lifetime of unhappiness, regrets and self-doubt a person should make decisions based on their internal belief and not necessarily what someone else or even society expects of them, being untrue to oneself will leave room for unrealistic expectations and failure. Sometimes persons may find themselves battling with their identity

As one character closes the door on a relationship in one poem another character on yearns for one in another poem.
The poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T. S Eliot is a wonderful piece of modernist writing filled with dramatic monologue where the rhyming scheme of this poem is not random, however a bit irregular coupled with some free verse style. This poem speaks out about loneliness and isolation. It begins with the readers not knowing if the Prufrock is taking along a companion on his journey or is he taking along his readers, to support this claim, “Let us go then, you and I.” (Eliot 368)
As the journey to the destination begun the atmosphere is horrid as they passed cheap motels half deserted streets and sawdust motels it all set a very bleak tone of lifelessness, to support this claim, “like a patient etherized upon a table.” (Eliot 368) although they also encountered a yellow fog most likely caused by industrialism it took a form of animal imagery finding comfort in its surroundings to support this claim, “The yellow fog that rubs t back upon the window-panes, the yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes, Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening.” (Eliot

Prufrock was very nervous he felt that they would not accept what they would judge him because he was aging, and he was losing his hair Prufrock said “time to turn back and descend the stair, with a bald spot in the middle of my hair- (they will say: “how his hair is growing thin!’).” (Eliot 369) he quickly gets distracted from his thoughts of running away by the smell of women 's perfume and their brown hair and arms. He is unsure whether he should speak to them or not because he had already come to the conclusion that the where walking around having pointless, meaningless conversations to support this claim, “In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.” (Eliot 368, 369)
As Prufrock night came to an end, he finds himself tired and stretched out on the floor besides his companion deliberating whether or not he should go for it, sex implied, whether he should force the moment after such an active evening of tea, cakes and ices but his thoughts were quickly interrupted from sex to seeing his death to support this claim, “Should I after cakes, tea, and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter.” (Eliot