I just finished The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot and a biography on Zora Neale Hurston. Before that I read Long Day's Journey Into Night by Eugene O'Neill. So incredible. I love the crashing in on itself feel of that one. Probably the best play I've ever read. I also read Ariel by Sylvia Plath very recently. Brutal imagery. I think she's my favorite poet.
I'm about to start A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf. It's lying open behind me.
Large parts of the Wasteland have great word usage...even if the subject matter is sad.
www.gutenberg.org has O'Neill's The Hairy Ape if you want to read another of his.