Writer's Writhings

indeed, at times, he wrote verses alien to his heart, born of pressure, compromise, hollow from the start, or bred by boredom, by word-smith's self-conceit, or prompted by the flight of fancy or deceit; but on the whole, he's not your idling, rambling rhymester for, much of the joy and grief in his lines are his, the writer who has brayed and buried much of his soul in his art and raised over it a mound of sand to mark that part !