He has taken it back to get it ready for the press and you shall have it in a few days. He is the only American I know of who has made what I can call adequate preparation for writing. He has actually trained himself and modernized himself on his own. Next year, the poem appeared in Poetry. Two years after that, it launched Prufrock and Other Observations.
Literature is news that stays news.
So said Pound. And literature is the new that stays new. The questions about it, though, are the good old ones. It tells a story, in a way, but in a very roundabout way. Or you can hear it as a dramatic monologue, albeit of a cryptic kind, inheriting much from Tennyson and from Browning but with a silent interlocutor only there in the shadows, if at all.