They love to wonder and explore.
Hard lot!
But the poem, no matter how full of possibility, has to exist!
To conduct oneself, to behave. How a poem acts marks its individual character. A poem by Glandolyn Blue does not sound like a poem by Timothy Sure. To pretend, feign, impersonate. That, too, yes and always, because self-consciousness is its own pretension, and has been from its beginning; the human mind is capable of a great elastic theatre.
The poem is an interpretation of weird theatrical shit.
The weird theatrical shit is what goes on around us every day of our lives; an animal of only instinct, Johnny Ferret, has in his actions drama, but no theater; theater requires that you draw a circle around the action and observe it from outside the circle; in other words, self-consciousness is theatre.
Everyone knows that if you query poets about how their poems begin, the answer is always the same:
a phrase, a line, a scrap of language, a rhythm, an image, something seen, heard, witnessed, or imagined.
And the lesson is always the same, and young poets recognize this to be one of the most important lessons they can learn:
if you have any idea for a poem, an exact grid of intent, you are on the wrong path,
a dead-end alley, at the top of a cliff you haven’t even climbed.
This is a lesson that can only be learned by trial and error.