||[Feb. 14th, 2011|10:32 am]
Prufrock is possibly Eliot's best poem. It doesn't put a foot wrong.|
The Waste Land is his most important work, but structurally messy.
The Hollow Men and Ash Wednesday are (comparatively) minor.
The Four Quartets are wonderful in parts, strained in others. The note of religious affirmation is forced.