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Summary: Is the Publisher crazy to have her books out of print????
Review: I also discovered Ms. Malloys book back in the last 70's. I was so amazed to read how clearly she wrote about matters of life, self, love and family. Ms. Malloys poetry was quite a contrast to all the uncomprehensivable poetry we had to read in school. All her poetry books are wonderful and reading her words has positively influenced my life. I just wonder when she will publish a new volume or is she like all the wonderful song writers of the 60 and 70's - all out of words.. Love you Merrit.
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Summary: my song for him who never sang for me
Review: I cannot recall who handed me this book of poems in 1976. Obviously it was someone who knew what an "incurable romantic" I was during my years as a single male. Although I was a big fan of Wordsworth, Byron, Keats and many of the pop music lyricists, I was so moved by Merrit Malloy's prose the all the so-called "classics" have never since seemed so lofty. Merrit and I were both living in L.A. at that time, and I could not resist finding her through her local publisher who offered me a mailing address. With my letter of gushing praise, I boldly included a couple of my own poems. Shortly thereafter, she actually wrote to me and included a phone number. We spoke -- she also has a lovely voice -- and set a date for tea (I think that was the beverage mentioned). Shortly before our scheduled rendezvous, she called to cancel, but said we could try again. I phoned once or twice after that, but do not recall ever getting through to her again. Merrit, if you're reading your reviews, I have not forgotten your poems and the kindness you showed by contacting this fan. We can still meet for tea whenever you're ready.
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Summary: Life changing
Review: I was introduced to Ms. Malloys words by my 9th grade English teacher while preparing for a speech tournament. I had never read poetry like that before, didn't know poetry could be like that before. Her words were honest and real and no holds barred.
Because of this one book I have been writing poetry for the last twenty years myself. Everytime I go into a book store I look for her books, old or, hopefully new. They are a rare find. I even wrote this poem in her honor, circa 1985. Merrit How could I know exactly
What you meant
Understand your heart
When I'd never seen your face. I felt like you
Were close to me
It didn't matter that
We'd never met
You had touched me
With your pen
Said things I'd felt
All along
It was as though
You knew what I was feeling
Before I even
Felt it I had met you
on paper
You were like an
Old friend
That maybe
I understood
your soul
Because you
Understood
Mine I just wondered
How you Knew
Your words
Were on my mind
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