When Does Poetic Inspiration Change to Calculation?
First, a little background about my poetic situation:
I began attempting to compose poetry in my early twenties. I have continued to compose poetry for more than forty years.
When I was in my early forties, I realized that poetic inspiration, the muse, or whatever name it is called, had left me. I continued to compose poetry, but it was without inspiration. I was left with calculation, experience, and memory in composing poetry.
It seems that most poets experience a time when inspiration deserts them. There are of course exceptions: Yeats continued to compose great poetry in his seventies. But the exception only proves the rule. For most poets there seems to be a time when the muse departs—never to return.
The question of when and why poetic inspiration departs from the poet intrigues me. I wonder how other poets feel about this, or if they have experienced it.