An idea is a feat of association.
A poem begins with a lump in the throat
For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.
Create and stir other people to create.
The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.