The ache of this New
England Fall, the air burning
as the trees return
to the underground.
Over and above all that,
the silence, empty,
overfull: no words
fine enough, fair enough, just
enough to praise it.
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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 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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So many subtle echoes here: Persephone, the resonance of the title, the balance of empty and overfull… a gem.
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Perfect.
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