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 A Note on T. S. Eliot's Book

the twoLondon pieces.Whistler inhis post-impressionistic

English studies-and thesepoems'are not entirelyunlike
Whistler's studies-had the advantageof his more static
medium,of a somewhat more romantictemperament, and
of the fact that the objects he painted half-hid their ugli
ness undvr shadows and the haze of distance. But Eliot
deals with life, with beings and thingswho live and move
almost nakedlybeforehis individualmind's eye-in the
darkness, in the early sunlight, and in the fog. Whatever
one may feel about sweetness in literature, there is also the
word honesty, and thisman is-a faithful friend of the objects
who really
unlike thesentimentalist
he portrays;altogether
stabs them treacherously in the back while pretending affec
tion. M. M.
SEND AMERICAN POETS

Why not sendpoets to the front?Not to the trenches,

for' active service, where many of them now are, but as
officialgovernment agents to see and to recordthiswar
forfuturegenerations?The newspapercorrespondent has
an officialposition; thereare officialcameramen, official
movingpicturephotographers; why not poets in a similar
capacity? As a matter of fact Italy has D'Annunzio at the
front;JohnMasefield and RudyardKipling have visited
westernand easternfrontsand publishedtheirimpressions;
why notAmericanpoets? It is truethatbothMasefield and
Kipling havewritten theirimpressionsin prose,with the
exceptionof theirearly restrained
poemson thewar-the

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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse

poem on thiswar thatwill live can not be born save by slow,

gradual,accumulative
process.But bothmen, in theirprose,
have exhibiteda sensitiveness
to impressions
far exceeding
that of the ordinary correspondent; they have given us more
thanjournalism.
What big magazine will be progressive enough to send an
American poet to the front as an accredited correspondent?
Mr. Ring Lardner has been over for Collier's-I wish Col
lier's would send Carl Sandburg or Edgar Lee Masters or
Vachel Lindsayover!
If we realized sufficiently the importance of our literary
men, our literature would be a more vital and intimate part
of our lives, and itwould be increasingly virile. It isworth
noting that our poetry is now in closer touch with our lives
than any other form of native art. A. C. H.

REVIEWS

"TO WHO0M IT MAY CONCERN

al Que Quiere! byWilliam Carlos Williams. Four Seas Co.

As preface to these poems the publishers have been, I
think, foolish in dealing the "gentle reader," as they are
pleased to call him, a kind of blow over the head. They
advertisethebook as "brutallypowerful"and "scornfully
crude." They intimidate one with themagnificent news that
Mr. Williams "doesn't give a damn for your opinion" and
that "his opinion of you ismore important than your opinion
of him." They end by "venturing to predict that the poets

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