In a busy room—-
say the Pump Room in Bath—-I
am visited by

a strange sense of peace.
Pleasure and desire seem at
one. Faces of friends

shine round the table.
Paradiso suggests it-
self, with a footnote:

You are the offspring
of Empire and the child of
God; a mystery.

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 “Visit”

  1. Very cool poem, mate.
    And because of its structure, not only (though I do love) the fact that I know what hanging out with good people like you and Toby in the Pump Room is like!
    I was only thinking of you today. Yuko has never been to Rome. I booked our flights yesterday.

    Sent from my iPad


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