Harbrace paperbound library,

"Based upon manuscript sources and the uncollected prose writings, as well as the published works, this is a profound exploration of Eliot's life-long preoccupation with mysticism. The author advances new readings of the familiar poems and essays through attention to Eliot's concern in poetry and prose with his roles as mystic, son and lover."--Bloomsbury Publishing.

Psychological novel of a husband and wife, both past 70, whose affection has turned to hate.

Enchanting stories about the evolution of the universe, with characters that are fashioned from mathematical formulae and cellular structures. "Naturally, we were all there, - old Qfwfq said, - where else could we have been? Nobody knew then that there could be space. Or time either: what use did we have for time, packed in there like sardines?"--Publisher description.

One of the best small collections from a poet extraordinaire. I carried this slim volume on many trips over the years--a wonderful way to refresh the mind before dealing with ever more of the mundane. One of my favorite of his poems is in this collection and seems eerily prophetic to the current time: stand with your lover on the ending earth- and while a(huge which by which huger than huge)whoing sea leaps to greenly hurl snow suppose we could not love,dear;imagine ourselves like living neither nor dead these (or many thousand hearts which don't and dream or many million minds which sleep and move) blind sands,at pitiless the mercy of time time time time time -how fortunate are you and i,whose home is timelessness:we who have wandered down from fragrant mountains of eternal now to frolic in such mysteries as birth and death a day(or maybe even less)