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What is it about spoons that make for such beautiful poetry? Take for instance the excerpt below from T. S. Eliot's "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and below that, that beautiful song by Dave Matthews Band.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—[You can download (3.16MB) the whole poem in audio-format for free at the Internet Archive.]
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
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