As seen at the blog Harriet - a link to news that the great(est) American poet of the last century, Mr TS Eliot , had trouble at Harvard with his studies - in short, he got far fewer As and Bs than we might have expected. Instead, the no doubt day-dreaming, perhaps anxious, maybe even sleepy, Mr Eliot, missed classes, got a D, and seemed to be on academic probation. Mr Eliot, unique in being both a charlatan and a genius, often in the same essay, or sentence, was a master of verbal erudition that displayed more than it actually said - the reverse of subtext - he was the lord of the overtext. He also abandoned his PhD work, and, famously, went on to work in a bank, edit books at Faber, pen essays, plays, and the most famous difficult poem of the last two centuries in English, and, win the Nobel Prize. I too was a piss-poor undergrad student who got through on a wing and a prayer, as were (I would guess) several other poets. Poets have a habit of missing dea...