I can't tell if you really love or really hate a piece of writing when you say it makes you angry

It means I love it. If something genuinely makes me angry, I don’t want anything to do with it. Poems like that make me angry because I feel so inadequate. The language, oh the language. “I scrub his back with rind.” “I am a field of wheat he parts with his fingers.” Who writes like that? Not me. Damn it.