Beauty arrives, peace
and restlessness together
make my heart home. I
look out at my neigh-
bor’s trees, summer emerald
canopies resound-
ing with space-making
birdsong. Pace Rilke it’s
not for us to trans-
form them: they transform
us in this passing moment,
time’s festivity.
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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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