Down to verse (1620)

Fed’s Broadway CCXVI

Voided entry XX

Picture the wasteland,

The unproved rocks,

The thunder of nothing,

No fire or rose as one.

Picture it, 

From the poor,

Mere lesser artist.

Picture it
From Old Possum,

Daddo’s friend.

I sit my spar. 

I sit upon its prow.

Daddo’s game:

Again, Eliot dedicated The Waste Land  to E.P., as the greater artist, though Eliot’s conceptions were arguably extraordinary, clearer, greater.