Song of Origins

No one gets to choose
his parents or the place called

Memories haunt us.
So it’s true human being
as such is excess.

Be true to yourself.
The most intimate nothing
of your song, sing it!

My parents were sweet
people. We lived in a hot
climate: figs, oranges.

I loved winter skies,
uncountable stars, cold un-

Looking back, I praise
my origins, the things, the
luminous spaces.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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 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 and other sites.

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