Well, let's say pornography inclined towards paedophilia, John. I know about the schoolgirl fantasy novels, but Andrew Motion's biography talks about (p. 266) how Larkin and Robert Conquest used to swap picture and prose pornography in which Headmasters did unspeakable things to schoolgirls (though PL and RC DID use to explicitly speak about what those things might be). There's more on this in Anthony Thwaite's Selected Letters.

I think Richard has a very good point about New-Critics-nurtured readers of poetry. As I see it a true poem has a life detached from that of the poet-vehicle who brought it into being. One way of seeing the poet-to-poem relationship is as that of artisan-to-artifact. The jeweller might think a thousand lurid fantasies, beat her spouse, say mean and hurtful things to neighbours, cheat on her tax return, write poison pen letters and advocate that leftists all be gaoled. Does that really mean she can't craft a beautiful piece of jewellery? Perhaps an even more beautiful piece than that made by the pious PC prude working at the next bench in the jewellery workshop?