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.
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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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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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