O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. - T. S. Eliot

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still

Honest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us... and we drown.