J. Alfred Prufrock

T.S. Eliot's J. Alfred Prufrock is a very interesting poem.  It seems to be about love,  but not a positive or hopeful side of love.  It is very dreary, pessimistic and self defeating.  The beginning of the poem quotes a piece of Dante's Inferno.  I think thhis is a good way to represent to the pessimism and dispair expressed by J.  Alfred Prufrock thought the poem.  Dante's Inferno, which talks about the 7 levels of hell, seems to be an appropriate introduction to this down poem.  It also could be construed as a parallel to the struggles of love and the whole "man this sucks im stuck now" idea that some people feel when falling in love and developing a long term relationship and commitment.  Perhaps he feels anxiety about finding love because in some ways it is like going through another ring of hell.