How does a poem begin?
It begins with an image, an acute sense of description, that this image is felt in more dimensions than I actually know. The thinking comes later—why is a man who knocks at my door one afternoon compelling to me? How is that tactile, sensory, human moment unbearably real to me? Why? The language comes out of that overwhelming sensory experience, and revision reveals the significance of it.
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