God of Poetry

Morning all!
I trust the weekend is treating you well.
Time for another quote, I think-
“Now I begin to know at last, these nights when I sit down to rhyme, the form and measure of that vast God we call poetry, he who stoops and leaps me through his paper hoops a little higher every time.”
Beautifully put, wouldn’t you agree?

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