Living with Strangers, Living with Ourselves

An hour of sun, some

more rain. I walk in the crowd.

How close we live here

in contingency,

keep promises to strangers,

rarely if ever

touch, but, being touched,

it’s with apologies forth-

coming and blushes.



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 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 and other sites.

2 thoughts on “Living with Strangers, Living with Ourselves”

  1. Fine reflection on post/modern body consciousness in the West. The final phrase and connotations of ‘blushes’ evoke colour of flesh –colour which crosses the boundaries of atomized self, flesh elemental stuff of contingency, enabling the reader to reseee the first lines of hte poem.


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