Oh, I’ve discarded a great many [poems]. And occasionally I’ve discarded and then resurrected. I would find a crumpled yellow ball of paper in the wastebasket, in the morning, and open it to see what the hell I’d been up to; and occasionally it was something that needed only a very slight change to be brought off, which I’d missed the day before.
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