Hey, Willman -
I thought you might like this. It is a poem I loved since I first heard it in high-school. I wanted to quote it in my thesis, and I telephoned my high-school English teacher to ask him where to find it. He couldn't remember.
I looked for this poem, for almost 30 years, because I loved it, so much. Every day, I'd Google the opening lines that I recalled - and always came up empty-handed. Till just last year. When I found it, again.
It is called, "Not Writing", by the Montreal Jewish poet, Shulamis Yelin.
Not Writing
I am married to a crippled alphabet
that lies beside me in the night
and will not let me sleep.
It tugs at my limbs with conjugal demand.
pummels my belly, pressing issue,
then turns from me in loathing,
grey-lipped to face the dawn.
I curse the impotent lecher
yet dare not leave it,
for once, in a bright flash,
it played upon my flesh
a rhapsody
that will not cease to echo
in my ear.
~ Shulamis Yelin
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