I am a philistine, an uncultured rube.
I don't care about poetry.
It's the less snowflakey riff on my usual snowflake quirk, not listening to music. I started putting stuff on play recently with the idea that it siphons off enough excess brain power to keep me from getting too distracted from the work I'm doing.
But while I have some poetry pieces that I like to some degree, it's usually tied to what they represent, like this bit from Milton's Paradise lost, a work I haven't read:
Witness this new-made world, another Heaven
From Heaven-gate not far, founded in view
On the clear hyaline, the glassy sea;
Of amplitude almost immense, with stars
Numerous, and every star perhaps a world
Of destined habitation
See, I like it because, having my faith formed, for the longest time, by the online protestant reaction, it refutes its anti-scientific bent. Here's Milton describing the creation of Earth and mentioning that, oh yeah, the starts in the sky? Likely surrounded by planets to be colonized.
So while I got scared into shying away from any news from space, Pope has been considering baptizing aliens while the Pope's astronomer was saying that aliens may not even need salvation and that astronomy can lead you to loving God even more.
Meanwhile, I like some bits of Yeat's The Second Coming because it was used in the kickass trailer for Hostile Waters: Anteaus Rising: