This title appears to be a collected or selected edition of Eliot's poems, here listed with a modern publication date. It brings together verse from across his career, such as the early city and drawing-room poems, The Waste Land, and shorter later works. Reading them in order shows his move from ironic, restless studies of modern life toward a more searching, spiritual voice. It is useful for readers who want a broad view of his poetry in one volume.
Quotes
Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
Signs are taken for wonders. "We would see a sign!" The word within a word, unable to speak a word, Swaddled with darkness.
Weave the wind. I have no ghosts, An old man in a draughty house Under a windy knob.
so the countess passed on until she came through the little park, where Niobe presented her with a cabinet, and so departed.