A Widower Ponders the Names of Love

Try to get away,
Love is waiting at the lift
of your Rome hotel.

You discover you
like the same things: grapefruit and
foggy mornings and

so on. Absolute
love releases itself in
the other, dying

there. The Poet says
it’s a moment, sudden in
a shaft of sunlight.

Whatever. Love is
a companion who knows you
better than you do.

Call it what you will,
love will seek you and let you
be what you’ve become.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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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