Reading Poems Backwards

I don't care for poetry as a rule, actively avoiding it in most cases, but I found this concept intriguing: The New Yorker suggests you begin at the end.

I selected a poem from the internet. A Photograph of Shadows and a Side Window, by Martha Ronk ends like this:

as the house is only a material copy of house writ large, exposed
as the flesh and bone, coats and jackets of the lived again.

For the Linden Moth, by James Dickey ends with these 2 lines:

Wherethrough wings for all creatures have come
Too late and just in time.

The Creeps, by Sidney Wade ends with

a pearl
on toast

Ya know, I don't think this technique is gonna aid my ability to appreciate poetry....