I hear, ‘Each of you
have a story to tell.’ Or:
‘Each story is one
story.’ Beautiful.
I eavesdrop in the village,
my book open to
Archilochus: ‘…and
her hair shadowed her shoulders
and her back.’ An old
man with his school text,
that frayed green Loeb underlined
with Cupid arrows.
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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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