Eliot was fond of pronouncements, but he often changed them also. I don't
know if he changed this. But it is quite possible--even a fact--that great
writers can write very bad lines. Witness Eliot's own late love poems.

A major example is Hugh MacDiarmid, who simply did not edit much but
published some of the most magnificent poems of the 20th Century--and some
awful lines also--even some awful poems.

One of my favorite early poems is about Christmas (I won't send one of the
awful ones); "The man (sic) who can write" as moving a poem of this needs
no condescension for also publishing far lesser things. But he also wrote *A
Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle*, a brilliant and important long poem--the
major poem of the Scottish Renaissance.

O Jesu Parvule

His mither sings to the bairnie Christ
Wi' the tune o' Baw* lu la law*.
The bonnie we craturie lauchs in His crib
An' a' the starnies and he are sib
                 Baw, baw, my loonikie, baw, balloo.

"Fa' ower, ma hinnie, fa' owre, fa' owre,
A' body's sleepin' binna oorsels."
She's drawn Him in tae the bool  o' her breast
But the byspale's nae thocht o' sleep i' the least.
                  *Balloo, wee mannie, balloo, balloo.*

Loonikie--little boy; fa' owre--fall asleep; hinny--honey; binna--except;
bool--curve; byspale--child with rare or wonderful qualities, a prodigy


On Sun, Dec 24, 2017 at 8:22 PM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> TS Eliot: judging poetry
> “That is one thing about verse: you can judge from a very small quantity
> whether the author has any possibilities or not; you can often say, ‘The
> man who can write as bad a line as that simply hasn't got it in him.' The
> rarest experience is to come across a new poet who strikes you as so good
> that you don't need anybody's judgment but your own.”
> t-s-eliot-publishing-poetry/
> CR