I confess, after struggling for over a year to get to 35% finished, I decided to DNF this one. I picked it up because I wanted to learn more about what makes a poem a poem, but I've since determined that the best way to fall in love with poetry is to read a poem itself. While I suppose much of this commentary is lovely and useful if one thinks about it, there's so much flowery enthusiasm that I find myself merely skimming to try to find study-able segments, but there are few. I wouldn't like a step-by-step guide to reading poetry by any means, but this book takes it too far.