The Poet

"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write."

-Sir Philip Sidney

I've found a Poet.

I used to know this Poet, once. A tall boy, strong, willful. Six years later, he has become a beautiful and charming man. Tall, strong, willful. And a Poet.

His Muse is a devoted and fruitful one. A philosophical muse.

I picture him writing, like a feverish Percy Bysshe Shelley, writing down the world on a blank page.

Poetry need not be verse, his prose is poetry.

I've found a Poet.