Tuesday, November 18, 2025

The Manuscript of "The Waste Land" by T.S. Eliot


A favorite place of mine to visit in London is Waterstone’s Bookstore in Piccadilly. reputedly the largest book shop in Europe. The store has eight stories but only five floors. Because the building includes a lower ground floor (we Americans would say basement), a ground floor (our first floor), a mezzanine level followed by four official floors and the official fifth floor being the restaurant. 

The restaurant looks down to Jermyn Street and south toward Trafalgar Square. From a window table, you can see some of the famous St. James-area shops below, and a straight view from the window depicts rooftops and spires of some of the best-known buildings in Westminster. Piccadilly Circus is about a block east, and Hatchards Bookstore and Fortnum & Mason a block west. The Royal Academy of Arts is across Piccadilly, and the Ritz Hotel is about a two-minute walk away. St. James Palace, which fronts the complex that includes the royal residence of Charles III at Clarence House, is “down the block and around the corner,” give or take a couple of blocks.

To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.

Some Tuesday Readings

 

Leaving the Island (Inishbofin) – poem by David Whyte.

 

When Enemies Forgive Each Other – Spencer Klavan at the Free Press on The Iliad.

 

Three Acorns from Emily’s Yard – poem by Andrea Potos at Every Day Poems.

 

“Life and Art,” poem by Aldous Huxley – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.

 

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