From this Issue
Poem
By T. S. Eliot
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that...
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that...

Table of Contents
I Sing of My Life while I Live It
- Arthur Davison Ficke
- Bliss Carman
Sonnets
Woodwinds
Songs of Hunger
- T. S. Eliot
Comments and Reviews
- Harriet Monroe
- Ezra Pound
Reviews
Correspondence
- Eunice Tietjens
- Ezra Pound
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