Worse than writing "Too whit, too woo" as Keats did?

Worse than Byron's "Don Jew-on"?

Worse than Tennyson's eagle, who "crasps the crag with crooked claws"?

Worse than the crap I wrote in college? Oh, surely not!

Amos, Amos, you are only looking at the surface of this poetry. You must dive under and plumb the immeasurable depths of the poet's soul to truly understand. Antideconstructivedadaistic postmodern criticism will show you The Path and render your mind receptive to The Truth. For "Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty/This is all you know and all you need to know."