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Linda
Delayen was born and raised in Missouri and moved to Los Angeles, CA to
attend UCLA, where she intended to major in English. However, the
English department at that particular institution was geared toward the
pedantic and not the creative. She fled in frustration to the Motion
Picture / Television division of the Theater Arts Dept. and thrived.
Linda is married to a French physicist, and they have a son and a daughter.
Linda's poetry is featured
in a Passage through August's main
anthology.
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Linda Delayen |
HEY, SINGER!
Your continuous song
piteous lament of our times
twisting life into
a white-mouse maze
echoing repeatedly
in your private
hall of mirrors.
Note by note
a prison of your own construction
is walling you in.
Someday even the song
will be unable to escape.
© 1971 Linda Delayen
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