With my Copy of DECLARE

G. Clarkson’s “Brother,”
“sprinting alongside as well
as over us” in death,

“only wanted to
play.” To realize that is
to improve upon

Orpheus, it is
to close your eyes and open
your soul just in time.

Just let it open.
However great, Orpheus
learned that the hard way,

but once he learned it,
his songs moved mortal things which
only want to play.

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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.

1 thought on “With my Copy of DECLARE”

  1. Lovely unravelling knot of thought-images. Letting go is finite beings’ way of playing the divine game of gratuity. Thank you. The poem is both perceptive and solace-bringing.

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