I sometimes try to remind myself that it does not matter how many poems I have written, but how many good poems I have written. But my definition of ‘good’ has changed so often, I am never sure what I consider ‘good’ now will be so in two years, a year, three months, or three days. And though I have written many ‘bad’ poems, rarely did I not enjoy writing them. For so many joys, and all the learning I did through writing them, I would never say I regret those bad poems.