I like an ending that's both a door and a window.
The poem in the head is always perfect. Resistance begins when you try to convert it into language.
The heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking it is necessary to go through dark and deeper dark and not to turn
End with an image and don't explain.
A longing for the dance stirs in the buried life.
Certainly the modern poets I cherish most are disturbing spirits; they do not come to coo.