I WROTE MANY POEMS/ I MYSELF COULD NOT UNDERSTAND
I wrote many poems
I myself could not understand
They came to me
With a music of their own
And I wrote them down
Later trying to understand them
I corrected them
Into a certain sense
Not always knowing
That I was right
In what I had written
And whether the poems
The poems that had come
The poems that had been corrected
All I am
Had in fact been
Allright.
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Poems are of two kinds. One is instant. Other is to be hatched out. The first one normally needs no corrections. The pulse of poet nicely expressed. Thank you.