Thomas Merton died
near Bangkok, taking a bath.
They say my guru
electrocuted
himself, or the CIA
had him neutralized
for being against
the war. O zenith of Zen.
O the uselessness
of birdsong, beauty
superfluous in a world
Merton has passed through.
‘I have no idea
where I am going.’ O par-
adoxical man.
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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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