Incidentally, in the course of a conversation*, when Mulk Raj Anand** pointed out the mantric*** quality of Vedic poetry (the poetry in the Vedas, the Upanishadas, and the Bhagavad Gita), Eliot said he wished poetry could be mantras again.
  *'Conversations in Bloomsbury" (Delhi: Oxford University Press, 1995)
  **Mulk Raj Anand, novelist and art critic, had worked with Eliot writing short notes for The Criterion. If you look at the BBC picture at the link below, he can be seen fourth from right. I'm taking the liberty to paste this link to commemorate my mentor Mulk's association with Eliot.
  ***mantric = prophetic/oracular/revelatory
Avec humilité et humblement ,

--- On Wed, 5/19/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
'[T]he drawing of this Love'
                                              "And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
[ . . . ]
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration."
For the first time, perhaps, one comes upon a poetry where
"Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
 Every poem an epitaph."
a rare phenom

--- On Wed, 5/19/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
a passage which was Eliot's favorite 
 "Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor
  Ever hung my fate, 'mongst things corruptible;
  I ne'er could pluck it from him; my loathing
  Was prophet to the rest, but ne'er believed."
  -- Thomas Middleton, The Changeling (V, iii)
a haunting strain