Okay, Vic, so let’s take up your question from earlier in this thread: “Where are our modern day Wilfred Owens, Rupert Brookes, Siegfried Sassoons and T.S. Eliots?”
I wonder what would happen if Eliot was alive today and started posting his poetry on this site. The Barry Hing article which opened this thread refers to Eliot’s
The Waste Land (written in 1922), including it as part of the “most memorable” and “most meaningful” poetry from a century ago. Here’s the opening stanza from
The Burial of the Dead, the first part of
The Waste Land:
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
Would it be welcome on this site? Is it traditional rhyming verse or free verse? How many would regard it as great poetry? Would you, instead, be dismissing Eliot as one of the “literati” who is writing “nonsense” and killing off public interest in poetry?
In other words, if a modern-day Eliot emerged, would we instantly recognise him (or her)?
The full text of
The Waste Land can be found at:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176735
Cheers
David