When one reads a poem, one reads emotion, condensed. One does not devour books of poetry as one devours fiction, for each poem must be read alone, tasted, savored. Some poems will be bitter, some sweet, most will be the main course of crisp, salt, pepper, chew. Dare Say, in my opinion, is a well-balanced meal for the soul.
I believe my favorite poem, today, is Metaphysic, with Blue. The next time I read the book, and there will be a next time, it very well may be Nocturne. Whatever it is, I know my soul will again be satisfied.