Sunday, October 02, 2011

Graces and browbeating ...

... The Letters of T. S. Eliot - Volume 1 - 1898-1922, Revised Edition - Volume 2 - 1923-1925 - - Book Review - NYTimes.com. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Eliot’s criticism is now undervalued, dismissed by critics without half his sensibility or intelligence. The poems have so long been the foundation of modern anthologies that their reputation has almost as long worked against them (the one indispensable poem of the 20th century is still “The Waste Land”). Eliot’s best poems have almost disappeared beneath dust heaps of commentary, and the dust heaps that lie on those dust heaps. Much of his early work — “Prufrock,” the “Sweeney” poems, “Gerontion,” even “The Waste Land” — could be called urban eclogues, part of the turn in English poetry from the country to the city. It may take a long time to appreciate those poems afresh, after the poets who struggled against Eliot, whether as allies or enemies, are long dead; by that time his world will seem as out of date as Pope’s.

I would say that Four Quartets, which I have just re-read, are every bit as indispensable as "The Waste Land."

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