I was thinking today about writing and perfection, and how I sometimes spend way too much time polishing and polishing a poem; trying to make it perfect; until the life is revised right out of it. I am reminded of a line from Chase Twichell's poem, "Architecture" (in The Snow Watcher):
"Poetry's not window-cleaning.
It breaks the glass."
I said to one of my poetry-group friends last night that her poems were like "broken glass." I mean it as the highest compliment.