This bright winter day
feels like Simone Weil’s prison.
Cars flow through the town
bright as numbers. In
the middle of the round-a-
bout leafless trees gleam
like sentries. Repub-
lic of Virtue! I bang my head
against your walls. Light
flows from outside us.
Patience! In the distance, Cold
Mountain. No walls there.
In this country, vir-
tue shines in powerful men.
This is our prison.
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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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