As we remarked this past Ash Wednesday, T.S. Eliot (1888–1965), in his 1946 Sewanee Review essay “What Is Minor Poetry,” takes up the “very interesting case” of George Herbert (1593–1633). What is it about Herbert that makes him so “very interesting”? Eliot’s theme in the essay is that of the “anthologized poet,” the poet whose work many people know in the typical anthology’s presentation of poems like bite-sized tapas at a Spanish bar.

Herbert, he says, might readily be dismissed as minor on the basis of the eccentric small-plate works with which people are likely to be familiar as anthology pieces: “Easter Wings,” for example, or “Love (III).” Given only that exposure to Herbert, the reader comes away with a sense of him as a mildly striking religious oddity, with none of the suavity of, for example, his contemporary Robert Herrick (whose “The Argument of His Book” appeared here only yesterday).