It’s cold and sunny
today. Old bricks, deep shadows.
Absence is doubled:
you are gone gone gone.
The rose surface of old bricks
redoubles relief.
Milosz passionate
on apokatastasis,
Julian’s ‘All shall
be well.’ Did you re-
turn to being itself to
be your own sweet self?
Who knows. In my life
you are the possibility
of that kind of thing.
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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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