Impromptu

on a hill near home

a hill of burnt grass the salt

wind off the ocean

 

more home than my house

behind the hill I go there

to begin again

 

the wind in the pines

my father planted the house

his retreat my point

 

of departure now

the wind off the Pacific

endows the late hour

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Portland OR and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. His blogs include poemswithoutborders.com He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.

5 thoughts on “Impromptu”

  1. This poem is sublime! The consciousness, or soul, of the poet is as light and fluid as the wind itself, flowing through time and place and beyond without boundary. The ouroboros has become a bird and is one with the wind.

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    1. Of course my intention was not the ouroboros symbol but the metaxological open whole which refuses the temptation of the organic One. I need to learn how to make that clear. That will be my new task!

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  2. I was aware of the ouroboros as a limited symbol, thus the bird as an attempt to express a sense of the openness that the poem clearly and perfectly conveys.

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