T. S. Eliot's meteoric rise to fame as the early twentieth-century's pre-eminent poet on the basis of a handful of poems and a few essays remains one of the great success stories of all time in my estimation. The poems this month are all part of Eliot's pre-conversion to Christianity phase. They are characterized by an idiosyncratic poetic language and imagery that is all his own. I have come to love Eliot's poetry, especially his later work (and especially Four Quartets). It is shocking, world-weary and wise, and deeply informed by the spirit of the age without being overtaken by it. Enjoy!