This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet's destiny is to love.

Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.

Love at first sight'some say misnaming Discovery of twinned helplessness Against the huge tug of procreation. But friendship at first sight? This also Catches fiercely at the surprised heart So that the cheek blanches then blushes.

Mythology is the study of whatever religious or heroic legends are so foreign to a student's experience that he cannot believe them to be true. . . . Myth has two main functions. The first is to answer the sort of awkward questions that children ask, such as: 'Who made the world? How will it end? Who was the first man? Where do souls go after death?'. . . . The second function of myth is to justify an existing social system and account for traditional rites and customs.

Fact is not truth, but a poet who wilfully defies fact cannot achieve truth.

Truth-loving Persians do not dwell upon The trivial skirmish fought near Marathon.

I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate