Writing a poem is discovering.

I'd just as soon play tennis with the net down.

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart

Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.

Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.