If I can’t walk with
you being dead I’ll walk with
Death as companion.

Green grass flares under-
foot, sere grass as it begins
to snow an unearth-

ly glow. I get it:
“ecstatic relation with
what is other” —- God.

Perhaps God and Death
are the same. Nothing’s the same.
All is relation.

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.

2 thoughts on “Relate”

  1. this is a challenging and moving reflection on losing a particular person. The poem turns on the juxtaposition and tension of the two related statements ‘Perhaps God and Death are the same. / Nothing’s the same.’ The final line gives us a way to resee the poem’s colloquial, thinking-out-loud opening. Death emerges perhaps not as a divide but as a bridge and a divide, a bridge over a divide.


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