I have this one little hobby I go to when the world gets a little too ridiculous or overwhelming. I read along with YouTube recordings of T. S. Eliot reading his poems. It sounds totally pretentious, but I just find it fun. I don't analyze the poetry beyond a surface glance, but I love the way the words and sounds go together. Try it, I dare you.
"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," by T. S. Eliot (1920).