This poem didn't seem to have and extremely deep meaning in it. I think that the overall theme was that things that are absolutely perfect aren't as easy to find pleasure in as those that are flawed in someway. Perfection is in imperfection in this case. Additionally, the broken rhyme scheme and lack of stanzas also show imperfection, yet work with the poem. The entire poem seems to be talking about someone's garb, or about a painting or other art. (I thought of art lastly because there is the use of the word "art" in the second to last line) The narrator expresses all of the chaos in the garb, while giving it a sense of rightness. This exemplifies the point of the poem, how the narrator can find "delight in disorder" :). Aside from this, I couldn't find much more meaning in the poem.
While I was writing this, the song "Beautiful Disaster" by Jon McLaughlin came on...and then he said "Perfect only in her imperfection." It was rather coincidental, seeing as I had written "Perfection is imperfection" only a minute before.
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