I never 'plan' a stanza. Words cluster like chromosomes, determining the procedure.
I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.
Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.
One must be as clear as one's natural reticence allows one to be.