Method

Some poets have no clear end in view when writing a poem, and the result is often a vaguely pleasing impressionistic blur.

—Michael Glover

Now he tells me—I should have known in advancenever to trust a poem. I should have always stoppedand asked directions, had a plan, not let it do

anything spontaneous, or take the reins. I droppedthe ball; half-blind, I’ve been following my nose,cocking my ears, trailing something half-known

and mysterious. No game, he tells me. Knowwhat you’re after. Artlessness is overblown.I should have trod more forcefully, plotted

the path. No blurring: from now on I’ll draw outlines,have the clear end in mind. I can’t risk not planning;I might discover something, or be surprised.