I married twice. Once
in my idiotic youth,
once in middle age.
Reason ended one,
death the other. I am no
wiser. Midwinter
sun on the packed snow,
youth in shorts and bright tank tops,
skateboarding. Beauty
is carnal, festive
flesh what we have in common,
that and a few books.
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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 
Sad lines, these, Tom – or so they strike me at any rate. That’s the trouble with wisdom. Why must it always have a long face?!
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I dunno. But I think the poem works through sadness to acceptance and a kind of joy in appearances. Poetry saves the appearances!
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