The bush pokes out of
the snow — it’s a rose!– not here,
back in New England.
Midflight over the
dark Atlantic, refugees
learn the news: once there
our homegrown tyrant
will return them to their own
tyrant, just because.
I sip English Break-
fast tea. I thaw. Tears begin
to flow more freely
Author: Tom D'Evelyn
Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. 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.
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Metaxyturn Diaries 
Very moving, tender. It’s so sad that it continues.
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i just heard the news and get the full context for your poem. Horrifying.
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Tom, this is so beautiful. I feel the pain. I feel your pain.
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I love the delicacy, the restraint in expression, Tom, along with the huge freight of emotion. One suspects that your President would not understand.
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Thanks, John. Your own poems lift some weighty matters, so thanks indeed!
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