Anything goes in poetry, as long as it is not false. To reach the authentic, poets search for a “thought-shelter” that is individual enough to be quintessentially their own, and universal enough to be joint and social. Some poets find this combination in others’ art, some in Love, some in the memory of the Universe. In poetry-writing, you develop a habit of getting intimate with your own soul. How can this relationship be nurtured with the company you keep?