The less people who understand a poem the better. And just as a woman should keep her mystery, so should a poem.
No one in their right mind writes a poem for money, and no one want to prostitute a poem. Who wants their poem handed round from hairy hand to hairy hand, who wants their poem drooled over in locker rooms?
If we can't license poems like guns and keep them in locked safes, the very least we can do is make them unintellibible.
Yes, poems are a secret code to the unconscious, they are the secret path to the rag and bone yard of the heart, they speak from the hidden springs of Delphi.