I think it is from this author. Anyway, this is a great essay on the power and duty of the Poet:
What I am suggesting now is that it is the poet who most effectively names things in this way, who most powerfully arrests our attention from the seemingly chaotic tenor of experience and begins to display to us the determinate nature of the reality encompassing us. This is one of the key respects in which poetic language differs from non-poetic language. We customarily think of the language of poetry as being unique on account of its expressiveness, its sweetness, or even its loftiness of tone and diction.
I’m pretty interested in the power of the Poet – the poet who changes history, writes it, tackles it. So, I am working on an epic poem, in the style of Lucan, Milton, and the like of a mythologized American history. Oh yes… there are gods and dragons and the what-not.
Love is not just a function of the eyes.
Beautiful objects will, of course, inspire
Possessive urges – you need not despise
your taste. But when insatiable desire
Inflames you for a girl who’s out of fashion,
Lacking in glamour – plain, in fact – that fire
is genuine; that’s the authentic passion.
Beauty,though, any critic can admire.
Golden-horned moon and fire-bright stars whom Ocean
receives in her bosom, do you see these things,
how myrrhbreathing Ariste has gone away and left me alone, and now
for a sixth day I cannot find the witch? But still I will seek
her out: look, I will send the silver sleuth-hounds of Aphrodite after her.
“You may try a hundred things, but Love alone will release you from your self. So never flee from Love — not even from love in an earthly guise — for it is a preparation for the supreme Truth. How will you ever read the Koran without learning the alphabet?” – Nur ad-Dīn Abd ar-Rahmān Jāmī
Masses of people going to and fro, like waves on the shore. Coming and going with the tide of societies expectation. Crashing and eroding ones sanity with the ethic of greed and consumption. The weight of the grains of more, add to the dunes of the never stable hills, on which one slides and digs into as they climb with hope of success….