I spent time in the Wheaton public library, reading books that analyzed his poetry, I marked up his poem with notes, and while in Kazakhstan I memorized many of his poems. In the years immediately after my graduation from college, both my two years as a substitute teacher and my time as a TOEFL teacher in the Peace Corps in Kazakhstan, I dove headlong into Eliot’s poetry. Later, as an English Literature major in college, I read a bit more of Eliot, and although he was still hard to understand, his poetry spoke to me. Nevertheless, there was something strangely appealing to it. To be honest, at the time, 16-year-old Joel could hardly make heads or tails of it. I was first introduced to Eliot’s poetry, as most people are, with his poem The Love Song of J. Instead of a book analysis, or something about YECism, or a Biblical Studies post, I’m going to share my love of the poetry of T.S. I’m going to start this year’s edition of Resurrecting Orthodoxy a little differently.
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