right mogs I'm afraid. the sensitive white boy look of left just ain't it. and middle is an obvious earcel.

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Yeats doesn't really fit with the others, though.

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Yeats is passive and his mainstream appeal to modern liberals (despite being a fascist) is probably a bad sign. His belief in reincarnation as a sentimental affirmation of life is offensive on several levels. Lacks profundity.
Eliot is only great in his early work, where he is a Dantescan voice.
Pound viewed himself as a failure, though he was only partly. This kind of reflection speaks well to his profundity, but he wasn't as pure and natural a lyric poet as Yeats.
The critical consensus putting Yeats at the top is probably correct but I prefer Pound as a personality and would choose to read only him for the rest of my life if made to choose between them

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
I have loved a stream and a shadow.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
O woman of my dreams
Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest

I give Yeats a slight edge over Pound although it‘s hard to compare someone who mastered traditional poetic forms against someone who blazed new trails.

Eliot solidly behind both although The Waste Land is probably the best 400-odd lines from any of them.

Yeats has too much plodding victorian sentimentality. Pound is much too dull and unfocused after his early work. Bunting does later Pound better than Pound does.
I’d have Eliot, Stevens, Auden.