It was Eugene Petersen who said “Poets tell us what our eyes, blurred with too much gawking, and our ears dulled with too much chatter, miss around and within us. Poets use words to drag us into the depths of reality itself. Poetry grabs us by the jugular. Far from being cosmetic language, it is intestinal.”
In time, this will be reserved for a collection of poems that grab us by the jugular and have the intestinal experience in which the masculine soul can thrive.
If by Rudyard Kipling
Dante’s Inferno by Dante Alighieri
Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson