I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
I tried to find a complete version of Tom Hiddleston reading Eliot's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, which eluded me, but I found this instead:
Tom Hiddleston is quoted as saying:
“I read this poem often. Once a month at least... Most of us are motivated deep down by a sense of insufficiency, a need to be better, stronger, faster; to work harder; to be more committed, more kind, more self-sufficient, more successful. We are driven be a sense that we are not, as we are, ‘enough.’ But this short poem by Derek Walcott is like a declaration of unconditional love. It’s like the embrace of an old friend. We are each of us whole, perfectly imperfect, enough.”
The Love Book app
The Poetry Friday round-up is at Carol's Corner.