Tranquil Travails

I probably should give up reading poetry (but, ofcourse I won't): for everytime I do, 1) : I do not understand the rambling incohisive gibberish, and cannot fathom how in the hell the poet became so famous. or, 2) : I love it so damn much that I become dispirited, realizing how unworthy and discombobulated are my own words. No in-betweens. Oh well, time to read some more poems. Shall it be the neurotic gnomes of knowledge with their venerated volumes of verse, or the poor pure poets with their touching tales so terse? - I will take door number two, please. Let us read on...