Who is actually, how to say it? Are the poets not mad men? Is poetry not a type of madness? As we fail to catch the moments of poetic frenzy so the bouts of madness. Poetry struggling for an expression.
Awwwwwwwwww... so sweet. the poem itself is floating away. How much more poetic can one get than to conceive of one's own poem floating away from one? That must be fun to be so out of control as to seem so in control of something one has never taken the time to learn how to control- poetry itself. It's interesting that Collins sees the poem as something floating away from him. It actually is, and there's nothing he can do to stop it. He ought to start writing real poems for a change. Not this candy corn twaddle.