T. S. Eliot,
The Sacred Wood — The Possibility of a Poetic Drama
(1920)
“ And it is perhaps the craving for some such donnée which draws us on toward the present mirage of poetic drama.But it is now very questionable whether there are more than two or three in the present generation who are capable, the least little bit, of benefiting by such advantages were they given. At most two or three actually devote themselves to this pursuit of form for which they have little or no public recognition. To create a form is not merely to invent a shape, a rhyme or rhythm. ”
