Ere I print my poetry,
I most humbly thee desire
To commit it to the fire;
Better 'twere my book were dead
Than to live not perfected
This poem is written to an assumed lover, giving her instructions on what to do, shall the writer perish. He is claiming that if he does die, he wishes Julia to set ablaze his works, becuase they have not yet been perfected. This theory he had probably carried over to living his life too. "Better 'twere my book dead Than to live not perfected" could easily be seen as a way to live, meaning live your life to the fullest and to it's fullest extent.
I chose this poem, because I agree with him. Every time I have attempted to write poetry, whether for class or for pleasure, I have stopped and thrown it away because it wasn't good enough for my standards. With writing, I generally am a perfectionist, and that doesn't usually bode well for my stabs at writing a decent poem.
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