|Tom and Ginny-- Digital composition later rendered as solarplate|
Eliot dined last Sunday [June 18] and read his poem. He sang it & chanted it rhythmed it. It has great beauty & force of phrase: symmetry; & tensity. What connects it together, I'm not sure. But he read till he had to rush -- letters to write about the London Magazine -- & discussion was curtailed. One was left, however, with some strong emotion, The Waste Land, it is called; & Mary Hutch, who has heard it more quietly, interprets it to be Tom's autobiography -- a melancholy one.
June 23, 1919