When the cat leaps in-
to my lap and starts purring
and winking, it’s like
the music a poem
makes in my mind. Or try this:
the music a poem
makes in my empty
mind sets me beside myself.
It’s like an answer
to prayer. Mozart,
passionate and redemptive,
woke Barth each morning.
To compare great and
small, to my mind Pangur Ban
flows from the Fiat.
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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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