You Have Your Identity When You Find

A Poem Generated By Its Own Laws May Be Unrealized And Bad In Terms Of So-called Objective Principles Of Taste, Judgement, Deduction.

Even If You Walk Exactly The Same Route Each Time - As With A Sonnet - The Events Along The Route Cannot Be Imagined To Be The Same From Day To Day, As The Poet's Health, Sight, His Anticipations, Moods, Fears, Thoughts Cannot Be The Same.

Anything Looked At Closely Becomes Wonderful.

With The First Step, The Number Of Shapes The Walk Might Take Is Infinite, But Then The Walk Begins To Define Itself As It Goes Along, Though Freedom Remains Total With Each Step: Any Tempting Side Road Can Be Turned Into An Impulse, Or Any Wild Patch Of Woods Can Be Explored. The Pattern Of The Walk Is To Come True, Is To Be Recognized, Discovered.

I Am Grateful For - Though I Can't Keep Up With - The Flood Of Articles, Theses, And Textbooks That Mean To Share Insight Concerning The Nature Of Poetry.