No poem is worth anything unless it starts from a poetic trance, out of which you can be wakened by interruption as from a dream. In fact, it is the same thing.
I see children as kites. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you're both breathless. They crash. . . you add a longer tail. . . you patch and comfort, adjust and teach. You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they'll fly.