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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: get what I mean.
Fothergil Finch is the same way.
He writes his best vers libre things in a purple
dressing-gown
There's an amber-colored pane of glass in his
studio skylight, and he has to sit and wait and wait
and wait until the moonlight falls through that pane
onto his paper, and then it only stays long enough
so he can write a few lines, and he can't go on with
the poem until he comes again.
He brought me one last night -- he wrote it to me
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