Life is first boredom, then fear.
It is fatal to decide, intellectually, what good poetry is because you are then in honour bound to try to write it, instead of the poems that only you can write.
It becomes still more difficult to findโจWords at once true and kind,โจOr not untrue and not unkind.
Something, like nothing, happens anywhere.
Here is an unfenced existance
And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.