Can’t read his poems
but Rilke’s life, if you ask
me, was the ticket:
the girls, the houses,
trips, excuses excuses
for not doing work.
I mean I read it
on the return train, and find
it’s a great escape
between work and home
(I too climb cliffs of stark grief).
I can see writing
an elegy or
two, what with the girls, houses,
and no real deadlines.
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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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