" that 's a true picture of our poetryless time , that i see before me now , " thought the young man . that was at least a thought , a grain of gold that he found by the door of the wise woman . " write that down ! " said she . " even crumbs are bread . i know why you come hither . you can not invent anything , and yet you want to be a poet by easter . "
write down his thought .
what does the woman order the young man to do ?
what does the woman order the young man to do ?