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More clarity in the comments, perhaps, as I respond to Gary about what I mean by a vessel--a great deal more than he assumes! That Gary. Maybe I wasn't clear enough... Well, it's a tricky subject. Nothing like being forced to clarify...
Long before there was an internet, Yeats said that he made poems out of "a mouthful of air."
A poem is a vessel containing words.
It has a beginning, a middle, and end. It has a shape. It is its own shape.
It makes its own place.
It holds life (or else is a failure that attempts to hold life.)
It excludes everything that is not part of it.