But I actually liked parts of this one. It's pretty obvious to me that it's impossible for a poem to get Grecian Urn famous these days. It's also likely that certain classic poems wouldn't see the light of day in the modern paradigm of journals and creative writing departments and so on.
I'm not really sure how poems got famous in the past -- if Beckett on Johnson is anything to go by, poems were published and everyone read them to seem cultured, and then they got talked about at dinner parties, and then, sometimes, trickled down to the attention of those who might actually appreciate the beauty. These days the vast majority of poems die in the unenviable womb of the low-hundreds circulation poetry mag, or the blog read by mom, dad and your old teacher.
So it's all weird.