"The Emperor of Ice Cream" VS "What are the years?"

These two poems did ot srike me as being similiar in sound but more so in content. The actual content may differ drastically but the confusion of what the hell are they talking about exist in both. In Steven's "The Emperor of Ice Cream", He uses very little rhyme scheme but it is still evident in the text. It sounds almost senseless but leaves me rather intrigued. I mean: Who is this emperor anyway? It strikes me as being rather bizarre and I honestly don't know how to resoond. It could stand in as a methaphor for a number of things. The true symbol: I will never know.

Moore's "What are the years?", is not as senseless as Steven's poem but it is still rather strange. I have no idea what she is talking about. There is no rhyme scheme really but a structure does exist. The places where new lines begin work to give the poem a shape on paper. The theme may not even be related to Steven's poem but the ackwardness I felt after reading it was very much the same as When I read about some emperor of ice cream.

Eliot's "The Wasteland" a modernist text?

Poetic as it may be, this was a difficult read. It was extremely complicated and hard to understand. I tried to read it for the poetry that it is but found myself dumbfounded by all that is mentioned. It is like reading a history book with all these names to look up. I couldn't really take note of what was modern about it.

There were a lot of religious references and that threw me off a bit. I would say that in comparrison to his modernist counterparts, Eliot is far more complex and is almost bizzare in a way. I love to read poetry but his poetry was almost torturous. It was like enduring a torture chamber that was mangling my mind(instead of my body). This book should be thrown across the floor several times during the coarse of a sitdown read. It is so confusing. I SEEK CLARITY!

In all, the rhyme scheme to most of the poems kept me engaged. I am still not sure about the content but I know I am not fond of the style. As great of a writer as Eliot is, why can't he just be real and upfront about what he is trying to say istead of hiding it in the midst of hidden incentives. Color coding things bothers me and that is exactly what this text did to me.

Forgive me for not addressing the question really but the content of Eliot's "The Wasteland" has left me oblivious to the cause. I am in need of clarity.