The found poem above was taken from page 4 of the short story called the bass, the river, and Sheila Mant by W.D. Wetherell.  It shows the character versus Himself conflict between the protagonist, and his own decision making. During the rising action of the story, this conflict illustrates The Protagonist’s frustration with deciding whether or not he will try to get the fish (the largest Bass he as ever caught), while at the same time struggling to keep up a conversation with Sheila Mant, who doesn’t like fishing.  In this passage, The protagonist has to choose between pulling the rod to get the fish and ruin his relation with Sheila, or keep the relationship with Sheila and abandon the fish. “I could see the way her hair curled down off her shoulders, the proud, alert tilt of her head, and all these things were as a tug on my heart. Not just Sheila, but the aura she carried about her of parties and casual touching and grace. Behind me, I could feel the strain of the bass, steadier now, growing weaker, and this was another tug on my heart, not just the bass but the beat of the river and the slant of the stars and the smell of the night, until finally it seemed I would be torn apart between longings, split in half.”