I used to feel bad for not liking T.S. Eliot more but as I've gotten older I don't feel so bad any more. He's often impenetrable just for the sake of being impenetrable. I can't pronounce half the languages he adds to his work for no reason, and it's not pleasant having to check end notes five times in four lines.

I LOVE "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," "Preludes" and poems like "Journey of the Magi," but so much of his work is overtly complex for the sake of being complex. You shouldn't have to have as many pages explaining the work as you have pages of actual work.