As a general rule, I don't post any books here that I haven't read completely (hence no design books since, honestly, I only hunt and peck through those). This is one exception to the rule. I haven't read every page of this. And I haven't read all the stories, but I've read every one of the considerable number of poems.
This was one of my dad's books. A text book, apparently. Printed the year I was born. When I went to college I took it with me... and it sits right now with its tattered spine on my secondary bookshelf. It's not as pretty as the volumes on my living room showcase shelf, but no single volume on my shelf deserves more credit for fueling my love for deep, challenging, artistic word-smithing.
Most memorable poems from the collection:
"A White Rose" John Boyle O'Reilly
"The 'Je Ne Sais Quoi'" William Whitehead
"Vergissmeinicht" Keith Douglas
"My Star" Robert Browning
"The Mill" Edwin Arlington Robinson;
"The Changeling" Charlotte Mew,
"Terrence This is Stupid Stuff" A.E. Housman
and
"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by that "British" poet who was born in St. Louis and had a fondness for practical cats.