N, it is easy, in the present, to imagine that poets, in the distant past, sprang fully formed from the womb. But, though there may be some magic involved, that magic was only realized through hard labor, and frustrations lived through. The gilding of language you seem to long for so earnestly is more a quality of time, the buff and polish of years and years passing: I suspect it's the distance from the present moment that supplies the light that gleams and glitters so.
If your task seems unachievable, I don't think that is due to any lack of talent, only to an unwillingness to face the tasks at hand rather than taking refuge in tasks long-since accomplished.
Nemo
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