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       # 2017-12-14 - Fragment by Amy Lowell
       
 (IMG) Luminous Arc
       
       What is poetry? Is it a mosaic
       Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought
       Into a pattern? Rather glass that's taught
       By patient labor any hue to take
       And glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make
       Beauty a thing of awe; where sunbeams caught,
       Transmuted fall in sheafs of rainbows fraught
       With storied meaning for religion's sake.
       
       --Amy Lowell 1912
       
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