Hi Carrol, Ken, Nancy et al
I am not animated one way nor the other about a personal response to the author.
I find it hard to reliably experience one.
I like Piaf's observation that you only know a man once you have slept with him. I am not convinced that the candour of poetry approaches this.
I like Anne Porter when I read "For My Son Johnny" - but the author of the Waste Land doesn't offer a restricted and internally corroborated set of personal traits as that lovely poem does.
By the by I think his treatment of Hale Hayward and Trevelyan is just the way of the world. Relationships are mostly characterised by an inequality of devotion and unthinking indifference. He doesn't seem to have been wilfully malicious and certainly no more manipulative than most of those not besotted. I am not saying he did no great harm by the way.