Grief’s Cat

In the house of grief,
there’s a black cat. Its color
is blacker than grief.

It appears on the
edges of grief, muscular,
about to break out.

Grief’s companion,
it has no intention of
leaving you alone.

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.

3 thoughts on “Grief’s Cat”

  1. That’s expressed with painful immediacy, Tom. I call this poetry. I came across this recently: “We have art in order that we may not perish from truth” (Peter Verdonk ‘The Stylistics of Poetry’ 2013). He was of course applying that to poetry in particular – as I do to your poems.


      1. Tom, I’ve discovered that the original quotation came from Nietzsche, book 3 of his Will to Power. I expect you’ve moved on by now, and forgotten about this, but I didn’t want to mislead you having already misled myself!


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