It occurs to me that the language used to describe such an avocation is similar to the language of intoxication. And that would seem to me about right. For the nature of poetry is such that the poet, in order to find and articulate the poem, must undergo a sort of intoxication, albeit without the ingestion of substances (at least not as a necessity), so that she can enter into those vistas where imagination and language can be fused into arrangements that otherwise would remain inaccessible.