I mention in pas-
ing one can lose every-
thing—-house, car, wife—-and
Self won’t cry uncle.
It tries to get it all back.
It tries and tries, poor
thing. It should give up.
The true value of things shows
when Self is absent.
The pen I have learned
not to lean on shimmers with
a certain finesse.
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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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