Yes I write of grief
(my own), but only in short
lyric bursts, outbursts
really, not of self
but Grace. Grief interrupted,
the sad monologue
broken by a shout
in the street, by a crow’s call,
by sun under clouds.
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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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I am full of admiration for these lines Tom: their eloquence, their self-control, their expressiveness – their poetry and their witness.
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