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April 04, 2019


And remember pre answering machines? When the phone wound just ring and ring and ring? And writing poems on typewriters and using Wite-Out and then hoping to find a better word with the exact same number of letters so you wouldn't have to type the page over again? This is a great poem, David!!

Thank you, Denise. -- DL

Um, er, no, Denise, I never did that. I just--I've never heard of anyone doing that! It seems kind of, well, obsessional, if you know what I mean. Searching for a word with "the exact same number of letters" while the telephone rings and rings and rings? This could be a sign of severe depression, Denise. I'm not saying it is, but it could be. I'm glad you've reached out. And why is it called Wite-Out? Sounds a little iffy. What about Blak-Out, which used to happen regularly to me, especially when I drank too much while trying to overcome Writer's-Blok. (There's a product you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy! Or would.) Oh shoot, gotta run: someone is Face-Timing me. Remember Two-Timing? Good to talk! Great poem, David!

Great comment! -- DL

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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