What calls me to this
place—the Pacific North West—
of exile? I’m no

Dante or Ovid,
fellow-travelers in this
world. Not the call of

Nature, though Mt. Hood
looms white to the East in fair
or foul weather. No.

With death in view, one’s
singularity faces
the singular good.

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.

3 thoughts on “Meeting”

  1. There is a great deal to think about in these lines, Tom. Beautifully handled as ever – that range from the specific to the general, and the personal to the generic. Bravo.


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