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  • The American Poetry Review

    SHULAMMITE

    May 01, 2020 2 minutes
    ELIZABETH A.I. POWELL

    One day I stopped the swipe,
    left or right. One day
    I started to believe
    like the Shulammite,
    the ashen haired ancestor
    that I am my Beloved’s
    and his desire is toward me,

    whether I ask for it or notbecause that’s what faith isbecause that’s what ShulammiteThe time for singing has come. His nameis perfume poured out on my name.

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