is saying what an awesome
day, the sun, I love

it! Innocently.
In the middle of hugs and
kisses they say it.

One has to wonder.
And, wondering, one gets it.
We have our limits.

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 “Muddle”

  1. As I said to my Shakespeare professor, Dr. Warren Smith, who asked, referring to the sun as the symbol of the British monarch, “Why do we love the sun?” I said, “Because of its distance.”
    Thank you, Warren Smith, for everything. You were a great teacher. This poem echoes that.


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