Ubi Sunt

Where is that raven
she whose white shoulders I would
not seize for better

or worse long ago?
This damp cold day, images
of Bath, Berkeley, Rome

in winter, where lean
desire and memory’s flesh
made a mess of me,

suggest themselves, but
for now I’ll accept as pledge
mist turning to rain.

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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.

2 thoughts on “Ubi Sunt”

  1. Ubi sunt: They are everywhere. Correct me if I’m wrong. My images are so much more parochrial: the house, the street, the walk to school and church. I’m just working class. But I did ascend into the choir and sing those Latin masses, Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven.. So sublime. So ubi.

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