The journey of poem writing is a perplexing one, especially in the area of method. When Wallace Stevens opens "On Modern Poetry" with the line: "The poem of the mind in the act of finding/What will suffice" (ll. 1-2). He is detailing the struggle to find the right word, the right scheme, or the right time for change. He then follows with: "It has not always had/To find: the scene was set; it repeated what/Was in the script" (ll. 2-4). This is in reference to change and the modernist/imagist view of poetry in the past. This could be taken as a derogatory comment to the simplicity and complacency of past poetry. Regardless, I tend to take it as a comment on the overall state of poetry, a look at the past, but a welcoming of the state of current poetry. The first stanza of the poem simply details the struggles of a changing genre, and uses descriptive diction to do that.
One great thing about a poem is that it leaves room for thought, for personal development,