Continuing to read T.S. Elliot, this seems to continue from the previous poem. This poem rings in me more than the first, though it seems to move from the October love affair and into the December ending of the affair. The mixing of music and emotion is stilted, I compare this to some works that…

I have a book of selected poems of T.S. Eliot that I have never read before. It is an old copy of my partner’s and annotated as all good books should be. Though I am trying to ignore the penciled thoughts of the young woman I have not known, but whose elder self I spend…