News at Eleven: [Ciara] Shuttleworth says,

"I thought, 'I can do this.'"

Ten minutes later, she had. The class had moved on to a different poem when she interrupted: "Bob, I think I wrote one."

Wrigley was unbelieving. "He said, 'No, you didn't. Read it.'"

Shuttleworth read it.

"He said, 'Type that up. I want to see it on the page.'"

The rest of a traditional sestina isn't as formalized as the endwords, and it's across this breadth that poets often spread the bulk of their poem's meaning.

from The Pacific Northwest Inlander: Succinct, Not Pithy

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