No accumula-
tion last night; more to come this
afternoon, Christmas
Eve. It’s true patience
is a big part of this life.
Desiderantem
quod satis. The cheeks
of village girls glow when it
snows and my heart breaks
with longing. I know
it’s just flesh and blood rising
to the occasion.
Whatever works lasts,
but the beauty of it al-
ways gets the last word.
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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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