Love is a habit
stronger than grief. If I still
visit—-and I do—-

our old rendezvous
(the plural sounds the sameness),
the front of the house

smiles back at me, ducks
swim in the sun-shot willows,
Rome sweetens at dusk.

True, I sometimes glimpse
you walking away from me, you
being more than you.

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.

2 thoughts on “Away”

  1. This poem lightens the heart of grief. The title couldn’t be more perfect, “Away” turned into “a way” through love, still love as the beloved is more than the finite self. The poem speaks in a healing way. It strikes the same chord in this reader as the portrait of Rachel Carson in a recent New Yorker article. The love it took for her to write Silent Spring in the midst of her personal loss and grief is the same love at the heart of this poem. Thank you.


  2. Please remove previous post as I do not believe there is an open honest discussion here. I would rather not participate as it does not seem to be generally about truth here, but rather about certain agendas. Had thought there was a higher motive.


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