To Quantify by Quote

Once—in mind's kind

legerdemain—

I bred words through

birdsong; long

twilight of winsome

lingering chords

belonged

to wonder; whimsy; free.

Do you know, I'm not wholly keen on the final punctuation—but line breaks were much too dramatic.

This, however, for a brief blunder into the nooks of writing: Rilke wrote a young poet, with the advice that makes all blanch, I think. To be utterly honest, and look inward.

[You're asking the wrong questions!] There is only one thing you should do. Go into...