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Canadian Literature WomanCanadian Literature Woman, I want your bacon, I want to talk to you. You have complete domination over the English language, and can use words to dance around anybody. My mind is blown away from your mastery of vocabulary. Give me a second analytical look over. Is this my lost Golden girl which I see before me; arm and hand bent out invitingly toward me? Come, let me embrace thee. Ah! I have thee not, and yet I see thee still! Thou are a false creation, proceeding form the heat-oppressed mind. You mock my advances like a bird. It is a crime to kill a Mocking Bird, a bird who does no harm; but you outpour my soul in one word. To quote your word, "Nevermore." Bird, or fiend, leave no black plume of our departing. Quit your sitting above my bedroom door. Quit your devilish staring from my portrait of Euler, above my bedroom door. You make me weak at the knees; and force my brain to cogitate wiled fancies, oh yea. My mind is placed in a Japanese internment camp, and I look joyfully forward to the day that I can escape and say "Farwell Manzanar." I like in the Odyssey, and I wish to get back home to thee, but I'm derailed constantly. Dammit, I'm not a phony. If a body met a body coming through the rye, I would clasp such bodies. I do not have a scarlet letter on my brest, nor do I believe in double think. Then why do you run from me? Canadian Literature Woman, it is quiet on the western front, and so I wait for your reply. | |