This is one of my favorite poems ever--I can recite it aloud without thinking about it, which I can't even do with all my own works--partly because the poem totally captures, for me, the feeling of being God-brushed when I write, as if by a wing.

I wish it were set well to music; I know two tunes for it, but neither of them feels true to me.

The ideas of different but similar madness categories (Dionysus, and the Muses, Eros, and Prophecy) really really rings true AND works well for me.

And so often they overlap.

I am emailing you a poem.

It's a wonderful poem.