St. Horace, pray for
me. Lord of the every-
day, the banal mess

of duties to self
and others, the poisoned air
of the Capitol.

A pagan Christian,
more pagan than Christian per-
haps, i’ve been true to

your pages since youth.
And you have enlightened me.
Your art of finesse

has guided me to
this last station. I parse
your lines as of old.

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 “Lines”

  1. beautiful reverie truly in the mode of Horace, hte mix of stoic clear perspective putting aboslute and finite in proportion and epicurean flair delighting in the bounty of finitude. The poet’s far-reaching, soemtimes somber, often jouful relfections on life’s course give teh reader a warm, mellow feeling. As a paagan Christian, more Christian than pagan, I add my praise and thanksgiving to Horace and to you.


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