This week I actually wrote a poem myself, for the first time in years, two even (the second being completely silly), but it would be very much an act of "over-sharing" to inflict it on the world (maybe when I'm dead someone can find it in my drawer and analyse me - actually, I have my doubts anyone will bother, but the things said about the dead, particularly about dead poets, and the freedoms taken in speculating on motivations and character, would hardly be possible, and would be most embarrassing to hear said, while one was still alive) and I can't see that it would do anyone else particular good to read it.