Getting home late I
look up and suddenly see
what I’d seen in child-
hood. The stars, the names,
the belt of Orion. Now
nebulous hot young
stars so cold so cold.
Their names escape me. They say,
Patience. Take your time.
You’ve nothing to lose.
The year is young. Be faithful
to new distinctions.
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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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Metaxyturn Diaries 
This beautifully balanced composition takes the reader through distinctions of memory and the question of being. THe poem puts into proper perspective the obsession iwth identity (politics) by finessing the distinctions between art and philosophy and so bringing out ways in which they are one. The reader comes away a bigger person. This seems a very fitting way to turn the calendar year.
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