Walking along this
fine Summer day I lose my-
self in the tree tops.
It takes forever
to get anywhere. I stay
up there with the birds.
I’ve read that love, in
giving itself, catches sight
of its death as it
surges beyond it-
self. Yes I’m walking under
what shines beyond me.
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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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The poem situates us in between–not just in between summer sky and the ground but in between simply being ‘here’ and absence. We move from the scene of walking and the delightful sleight of hand of the images of being suspended among the trees to a poignant and truth-ringing insight into love, its sel-immolation, the pull of giving, release. And finally we come back to walk with the poet. ZTHis is beautiful.
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