Keats was a poet more concerned with the senses than with thought (Vendler 10). I think one reason my “happy” poem failed was because I thought about it too much. Poetry, for me, has always been an exercise in catharsis, often beginning with an image or emotion and stemming from that point. Once I tried to structure it around a thought, intentionally focusing less on the ideas and more on how to make a statement, the poem failed.