Here is an excerpt from a poem written in the 1940s by Delmore Schwartz called, "The Kingdom of Poetry":

For it is true that poetry invented the unicorn, the centaur and the phoenix.
Hence it is true that poetry is an everlasting Ark,
An omnibus containing, bearing and begetting all the mind's animals.
Whence it is that poetry gave and gives tongue to forgiveness
Therefore a history of poetry would be a history of joy, and a history
of the mystery of love
For poetry provides spontaneously, abundantly and freely
The petnames and the diminutives which love requires and without
which the mystery of love cannot be mastered.

Pretty cool, eh? What do you think? He also wrote one called "The Heavy Bear Who Goes With Me", but it's not really about bears, it is really about his own body.