I'm reading a Poetry Anthology book and two pieces struck me so far:
Poetry - Marianne Moore (1887-1972)
I, too, dislike it.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it,
one discovers in it, after all,
a place for the genuine
And from Ars Poetica by Archibal Macleish - I liked this line:
A poem should not mean ...but be