On random poetry which I don’t understand, but can author…

A poem I picked up today, but just cannot seem to understand reads…
“The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment,
Before the present poor and bare
Can make its sneering comment”
But it was in an anthology of poems, so someone understood something right? So here goes my two bits for deep, deep deep poetry (read: ramblings which have a meaning so deep, that neither the author, nor the reader gets the meaning)

“Hark now hear, the angels sing
The world is not prepared for spring
Let the incendiary moment pass
For there is a shortage of natural gas”

Or better still, sticking to Lowell’s style

“What we want, we really do not want
It’s a momentary aberration
Before we realize that
When we need, we don’t really need”

Wow. Wordsworth, Blake, here I come…