The art of the nap
is one I am perfecting
now that you’re gone. In

your final months I
got a running start, crashing
whenever you were

peaceful. I like to
think you are at peace now as
I stretch out and doze.

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.

One thought on “Peace”

  1. Tom,

    Your poems have the stamp of necessity on them and your life of words shapes them unerringly.

    Here’s a nap poem back at ya:

    A SUMMER NAP I dreamed I had died and didn’t tell anybody. It was my death; none of their business. When I met the angels they were all the same birds I’d been hearing, uncomprehending, all my life. And when I woke I recalled the way their singing felt but no words, not in this world, though I’m now convinced there’s more joy to be had than we ever believed we might allow ourselves. So I listen to the birds in the breathing trees.



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