Weil says, created
things are intermediaries
(metaxu). The cat
that comes with the house
I rent a room in will just
jump into my lap
and fall into a
deep sleep. No purr. The sleep of
the dead. Unmixed with
the spiritual,
yet a true earthly blessing
(she says)—- well, a bridge
beyond. Still, he and
I, by the grace of gravity,
fall toward the heights.
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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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