if you're burning to teach someone something

consider indirection. Finding a book at a used bookstore, your own
rare find, is a species of this. The dislocation of time and oblivion
enabling your discovery is a kind of indirection. The writer wrote it
in hot haste, but you were more receptive once that haste had cooled.

This has something to do too with poetry, and my agreement with Stevens' formulation that it must "resist the intelligence, almost successfully."