Destiny?

Isn't it weird that most of the best things in life are encountered by chance? Though, I don't really believe in chance... For example, often couples are going to say that destiny brought them together. Anyways, I was just going through this book of Ezro Pound's early, many unpublished, poems and landed on something that perfectly described my afternoon (You can read about it on the post just beneath "The bus ride home"). It was the first page I landed on...seriously. To be honest, I got inspired by him a little too. Well, here it is:

Prelude: Over the Ognisanti
By Ezra Pound (from A Quinzaine for this Yule)

High-dwelling 'bovethe people here,

Being alone with beauty most the while,

Lonely?

How can I be,

Having mine own great thoughts for paladins

Against all gloom and woe and every bitterness?

Also have I the swallows and the sunset

And I see much life below me,

In the garden, on the waters,

And hither float the shades of songs they sing

To soundof wrinkled mandolin, and plash of waters,

Which shades of song re-echoed

Whithin that somewhile barren hall, my heart,

Are found as I transcribe them following.

Everything seems so effortless. If only I could learn to express myself in such a way! (...sigh...) I know what my problem is. I think that I'm just too afraid so my mind is blocked in a way to formalize my writings. But also, my vocabulary is so limited. I'm like trapped in a little box. It's for that reason that I've decided (finally!) to exceed my reading. Who knew that it really helps so fast? Well, it needs it to be fast. My poem based of Pound's style is due veeerrry soon and I still havn't written that perfect poem I've been digging my brain out for! Wish me luck.