A good poem about failure is a success.
Many modern novels have a beginning, a muddle and an end.
Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.
I have wished you something None of the others would.
And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.