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Time
In relation to time, this poem is a total trip. It ricochets back and forth between the past and the future, almost never settling on the present. One moment Prufrock is talking about all the things he’s going to do before having tea; the next moment he has had tea and still doesn’t have the energy to do anything. But somehow, by the end of the poem, Prufrock’s big chance has passed him by, and he becomes a sad, old man in flannel pants.
No time actually passes over the course of the poem.
"Prufrock" must be set in Hell because people repeat the same thoughts and actions over and over, like someone running in place.
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