Poetry Foundation I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? T.S. Eliot The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock It’s 9:15 a.m., a frantic and rainy Monday after thanksgiving weekend, cars spinning like […]
But as human beings we need others. He remarked, “I want you,” – that’s a perception of me as object. We want a car, we want a computer. We need other humans – and that is the definition of love to me. Giving of yourself of love – not only the romantic kind of love, but the love we give of ourselves even when things seem the darkest. I told him I need you – in response.