In the shifting green
light of this April morning,
I sat with my books.
You came to me and
said, “You fool! How often have
I opened my gown
to you! Put your cold
hand on my breast. My nipples
harden. Count your bless-
ings.” I woke. The sun
had moved. I closed the books in
my lap and went out.
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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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