My favorite poet is Maya Angelou. I still remember the thrill of reading the line;

I know why the caged bird sings

If poetry flows from a place Without, and our experiences and emotions are the sieves — it would explain why some poems connect and others pass.

The energy of Without — that place we feel but can’t define — it can flow from written poetry as swiftly as it rushes to create it.

What a lovely idea!