(A peculiar dream this
where outside in
I cannot unlock the secret of my soul
but must in Love with a Stranger
turn myself inside out!)
This comes from the view of Lawrence Durrell, an English writer who, amongst many others, has argued that love is really a self-contained delusion. What you feel is never really what the 'other' feels, simply what you are feeling, personified. We poets love our feelings, live in their expression, but also know how entranced we are by their music. Durrell believed that ultimately we make all this music for its own sake, the sake of making music, not actually because another human being truly ever knows us, or shares in our ecstacy as they are entirely caught up in their own.