Prufrock has all the normal desires of a young man, but he is ultimately incapable of doing anything. He is compelled to think everything through, but it doesn't help him at all. The thoughts just can't transform into actions, in part because he is afraid, in part because he lacks confidence, and in part because he can see no sense in all of it. He doesn't "dare disturb the universe" by asking "an overwhelming question". He is only capable of entering trivial, petty interactions with the world obsessed with material, "the cups, the marmalade, the tea, / <span>Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me". This matter renders Prufrock's existence futile, and he is all too aware of it. His intelligence doesn't help him at all, because it locks him into a self-indulgent, passive world, rendering him aware of all the impossibilities.</span>
This is lyrics means a poem
As regards the third stanza, it might be said that the mood might be sad or loneliness and kind of violent. Words such as "moan", "lonesome", "cry" might give the impression of solitude and deep sadness. On the other hand, words lie "bang-bang", "fight" "scratch" might reveal some violence that could be connected to the feelings previously mentioned.
the fourth stanza seems to change the mood, where the Mississippi river and the that lights , the starts and the hills might give a sensation of a nice voyage, contemplation of nature. words such as "soft" "green" appeared to portray a nice scenario.<span />
D) pioneers believe the Oregon Trail to be sacred because 300,000 people travelled it
im not 100% sure but im pretty sure 1. d and 2. a
i hope its right, but im pretty sure it is
