It’s suddenly Spring.
In the shadow of houses
daffodils strain un-
der the weight of dew.
I couldn’t sleep anyway,
waiting for sunup.
If the old poets
knew anything, it was this
immanence of joy,
this lack of propor-
tion between frail finite things
and God’s hyperbole.
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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. 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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… and what if these old poets are the heart of the species the way the Amazon is the lungs of the planet…
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