I have a near-final draft of “To a Swallow”! I can scarce believe it; it seemed to me this day would never come!
Thoughts
In most disciplines in life, the better you become, the easier the work. It is not so in art.
As a poem develops, you invent more and more good variations for a verse, but in your heart, you gravitate toward a favourite few. Even so, you spend time on all the lesser variations lest you leave there a gem unearthed.
Forgotten Fields 