Poets seem to write more easily about love than prose writers. For a start, they own that flexible āIāā¦. Then again, poets seem able to turn bad love ā selfish, shitty love ā into good love poetry. Prose writers lack this power of admirable, dishonest transformation. We can only turn bad love into prose about bad love. So we are envious (and slightly distrustful) when poets talk to us of love.
Julian Barnes