THE LITTLE REVIEW Literature Drama Music Art MARGARET C. ANDERSON EDITOR MAY, 1917 Editorial Ezra Pound Eeldrop and Appleplex T. S. Eliot Pierrots (Jules Laforgue) John Hall Jodindranath Mawhwor’s Occupation Ezra Pound Imaginary Letters, I. Wyndham Lewis Prose Coronales Morris Ward Announcements for June The Little Review Bookshop Published Monthly 15 Cents a copy MARGARET C. ANDERSON, Publisher EZRA POUND, Foreign Editor 31 West Fourteenth Street NEW YORK CITY $1.50 a Year Entered as second-class matter at Postoffice, New York, N. Y. The Little Review VOL. IV. MAY 1917 NO. 1 Editorial Ezra Pound I have accepted the post of Foreign Editor of _The Little Review_: chiefly because: I. I wished a place where the current prose writings of James Joyce, Wyndham Lewis, T. S. Eliot, and myself might appear regularly, promptly, and together, rather than irregularly, sporadically, and after useless delays. My connection with _The Little Review_ does not imply a severance of my relations with _Poetry_ for which I still remain Foreign Correspondent, and in which my poems will continue to appear until its guarantors revolt. I would say, however, in justification both of _Poetry_ and myself, that _Poetry_ has never been “the instrument” of my “radicalism”. I respect Miss Monroe for all that she has done for the support of American poetry, but in the conduct of her magazine my voice and vote have always been the vote and voice of a minority. I recognize that she, being “on the ground”, may be much better fitted to understand the exigencies of magazine publishing in America, but _Poetry_ has done numerous things to which I could never have given my personal sanction, and which could not have occurred in any magazine which had constituted itself my “instrument”. _Poetry_ has shown an unflagging courtesy to a lot of old fools and fogies whom I should have told to go to hell tout pleinement and bonnement. It has refrained from attacking a number of public nuisances; from implying that the personal charm of the late Mr. Gilder need not have been, of necessity, the sign manifest of a tremendous intellect; from heaping upon the high-school critics of America the contempt which they deserve.