The poet was particularly interested in language. He did not care much for what the reader might see in his writing. All that mattered was the puzzle of combining words, the challenge of creating syntax that touched his soul, and the creation of beauty with inspiring phrases. The process of fitting each linguistic piece together is what fueled his passion and what made him feel alive. Absorbed in his musings, he would forget his hunger and thirst, and lose track of time, so great was his love for language.
Since the art of language had always been his main focus, the lessons within his writing were no more than a side effect that might or might not affect the reader. Yet, because the poet did not put focus on what others might think of his work, the result was that his writing was genuine and pure. He wrote what he believed to be true, while encasing it with delicate but brilliant words that came from his heart. And, despite getting lost inside his mind while writing thusly, his carefully constructed prose did also move the hearts of his peers. For not only do poets construct such writings lovingly, they themselves also delight in reading well crafted literature.