Urgently scribbled napkin poems?

Or, someone else's thoughts on poetry, on the back of which I found myself writing my own.

"Art enjoys the power not only to voice gratitude but to prompt it, even to restore us to a state in which grateful might come again to mean at once feeling gratitude and feeling pleasure - as though it once was, and ought always to be, impossible to be granted something gratifying and not be grateful for it."

Christopher Ricks, The Oxford Professor of Poetry, 2001