It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.
The spirit world doesn't admit to communicating with me, so it's fairly even.
I sometimes talk about the making of a poem within the poem.
The historian is terribly responsible to what he can discern are the facts of the case, but he's nothing if he doesn't make out a case.
I have a plot, but not much happens.
Shakespeare tells the same stories over and over in so many guises that it takes a long time before you notice.