ATDTDA 748-750 Yashmeen writes

[Glenn Scheper]

Since coitus is an act of writing...

8:1 Moreover the LORD said unto me,
 Take thee a great roll,
 and write in it with a man's pen concerning Mahershalalhashbaz.
 8:2 And I took unto me faithful witnesses to record,
 Uriah the priest,
 and Zechariah the son of Jeberechiah.
 8:3 And I went unto the prophetess;
 and she conceived,
 and bare a son.
  -- file://\i\kn\23_isai.txt

And Yashmeen and Kit are AC and AF kinds,
I remembered the absence in Emily's #494,
and sought out similar uses in her poems.

Emily Dickinson Collected Poems:
Several "write" or "wrote" uses.

334

All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this --
Syllables of Velvet --
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee --
Play it were a Humming Bird --
And just sipped -- me --

441

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me --
The simple News that Nature told --
With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see --
For love of Her -- Sweet -- countrymen --
Judge tenderly -- of Me


487

You love the Lord -- you cannot see --
You write Him -- every day --
A little note -- when you awake --
And further in the Day.

An Ample Letter -- How you miss --
And would delight to see --
But then His House -- is but a Step --
And Mine's -- in Heaven -- You see.

494

Going to Him! Happy letter!
Tell Him --
Tell Him the page I didn't write --
Tell Him -- I only said the Syntax --
And left the Verb and the pronoun out --
Tell Him just how the fingers hurried --
Then -- how they waded -- slow -- slow --
And then you wished you had eyes in your pages --
So you could see what moved them so --

Tell Him -- it wasn't a Practised Writer --
You guessed -- from the way the sentence toiled --
You could hear the Bodice tug, behind you --
As if it held but the might of a child --
You almost pitied it -- you -- it worked so --
Tell Him -- no -- you may quibble there --
For it would split His Heart, to know it --
And then you and I, were silenter.

Tell Him -- Night finished -- before we finished --
And the Old Clock kept neighing "Day"!
And you -- got sleepy -- and begged to be ended --
What could it hinder so -- to say?
Tell Him -- just how she sealed you -- Cautious!
But -- if He ask where you are hid
Until tomorrow -- Happy letter!
Gesture Coquette -- and shake your Head!

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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