Beautiful poem, and I like your analysis.

I read it especially as a defence of artistic degeneracy, and that’s something we can all enjoy.

Where are you now?

That haiku reminded me of a D H Lawrence poem I once read, called ‘Peach’ (believe it or not). I found the text in an archive online, so it might not be entirely accurate, but you get the picture:

PEACH

Would you like to throw a stone at me?
Here, take all that’s left of my peach.

Blood-red, deep;

Heaven knows how it came to pass.

Somebody’s pound of flesh rendered up.

Wrinkled with secrets?

And hard with the intention to keep them.

Why, from silvery peach-bloom,

From that shallow-silvery wine-glass on a short stem

This rolling, dropping, heavy globule?

I am thinking, of course, of the peach before I ate it.

Why so velvety, why so voluptuous heavy?
Why hanging with such inordinate weight?
Why so indented?

Why the groove?

Why the lovely, bivalve roundness?
Why the ripple down the sphere?
Why the suggestion of incision?

Why was not my peach round and finished like a billiard ball?
It would have been if man had made it.
Though I’ve eaten it now.

But it wasn’t round and finished like a billiard ball.
And because I say so, you would like to throw something
at me.

Here, you can have my peach stone.

—

It’s rare that I enjoy poetry, but this has always stayed with me. It’s just so cheeky, and a good sentiment to remember when you encounter detractors: stay calm, enjoy your ‘peach’, which I take to mean ‘values’ or ‘ideas’, and let them have their ‘peach stone’, which I take to mean ‘strawman argument’, even if that’s reading too much of my own ideas into the metaphor, but hey, that’s my peach. ‘I am thinking, of course, of the peach before I ate it’ is my favourite line.