Images consult
one
another,
a conscience-
stricken
jury,
and come
slowly
to a sentence.
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I love the economy of words and the playful pun on the word “sentence” .The poetic process ,if one may call it that,is such that the poem dies still-born at times leaving the poet disgruntled .Some times the sentence may come out after all which will produce a semblance of a poem .At other times the verse describing the process is itself a lovely poem as this one is.
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there’s something about the poem which is beyond explanation.
You are right:there is something about the poem which eludes explanation
i feel it means writing poem for monitory gains