When the class reviewed my poem Meeting the house, a month or so ago, I listened in silence as people took their turn to comment, following the usual format for feed-back. I didn't agree with what I heard and when everyone had finished, I told them: "I won't change a damned thing".
Well, heaps has been changed and the poem is the better for it, slimmer, punchier. I was wrong. Apologies, people.