I am halfway in,
halfway out, by the window,
the text in hand pas-
sage only as I
keep one eye on the street. All
is passage, porous.
Autumn light on bare
arms is even more golden.
As my book says, “We
suffer beauty, ex-
posed to what is other to
ourselves. Beauty o-
pens and reopens
the porosity of our
being.” I copy that.
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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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