T. S. Eliot wrote in “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” the following:
“Let us go then, you and I
When evening is spread out
against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table.”
To which C. S. Lewis wrote…
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the following response in verse:
“I am so coarse, the things the poets see
Are obstinately invisible to me.
For twenty years I’ve stared my level best
To see if evening — any evening — would suggest
A patient etherized upon a table;
In vain. I simply wasn’t able.”¹
C. S. Lewis was not recognized as a poet. That did not prevent him, however, as other unrecognizables, from resorting to verse to make an occasional statement.
¹ From a C. S. Lewis Society Bulletin (circa 1983).