In the silence of
the village I watch Little
Falls. The black water
bubbles and sparkles,
surprisingly voluble
in the quiet of
coronavirus.
A veritable Eden
said Verrazano.
This new virus: Wild-
life is not your salvation
but itself and wild.
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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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this is a sensitive meditation on stillnesss and seclusion. The poet’s frame of reference takes the reader through perceptions of the in between where we dwell not only pulled by the tensions of absence and presence, light and dark, but also freed in the fruitful comingling of light and dark, the dialectic generating energy that wells from the middle. Perhaps here we find that the ground of human suffering that should challenge the assumptions of current culture that happiness is our birhtright and our goal and the fruitful moments of being that go below and beyond consciousness. The images help the reader to see this and to be movede dthrough history grounded in the sarality of certain places, the integration of time and space allowing her to be at lpeace for however long.
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