Another thread intriguingly addresses how time alters our feelings about others' poetry. I imagine our feelings about our own change, too. Peter Porter (I think it was) wrote that his had changed so much that rewriting early poems would be like rewriting the work of another poet. He felt it unfair (or unwise) to do so.
How much do our opinions of our own work change? How do we feel about rewriting it?
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