I, too, dislike it.

Burnside's essays made me look at Marianne Moore, I don't quite see the how or why I was turned away from her before, perhaps it was a concussion from the following generation's positively putting a gap between her and them: although the elder her corrected the younger one severely.  I am enjoying the younger self in "New Collected Poems".  But here is a later revision of the subject in hand:

Poetry

I, too, dislike it.
   Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in
   it, after all, a place for the genuine.