Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.

Freedom is when you are easy in the harness.

I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.

Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power.