But isn't that precisely what Eliot does:  puts words to modern sensations, impressions, observations  --   words of such precision that they become uniform among those who cherish language and consciousness and apperception?

I have seen a recent TV commercial quoting from Prufrock and years ago a silly broadcaster on the late news mumbled and tried to say something about bang/whimper.

Eliot's grasp exceeds English class and this list.

Condolences for your mother's death.  Wine is good.