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.