I never 'plan' a stanza. Words cluster like chromosomes, determining the procedure.
Wolf's wool is the best of wool, / but it cannot be sheared because / the wolf will not comply.
Poetry is all nouns and verbs.
There is a great amount of poetry in unconscious fastidiousness.
Blessed the geniuses who know / that egomania is not a duty.
Honesty - however dangerous - should be as valuable as radium it seems to me.