The rain blurs the bay
but not the yellow of the
fisherman’s rain gear.
In the gray immense,
the dinghy is a shadow
under the yellow
of the rain gear. No
other shade of yellow would
quite tell the story.
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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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Hello Tom. As always, a finely observed poem and beautifully crafted.
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The bright yellow of the fisherman’s gear appears and reppears. the poem’s rhythms create for teh reader the phenomenon of perception and reflection. The yellow of the fisherman’s gear first is part fo teh ground of the scene’s existence. It stands out to the poet in the blur of the rainy bay. Then the bright yellow creates the four dimensions of being in time as depth, height, and width appear against the sunlight’s substitute, the dinghy a solid shadow cast by the brilliance of the yellow of the rain gear. Finally the yellos is the creating narative source beyond the scene itself, the unique shade of yellow emerging as the source of the shadow independent from yet inextricably bound to it, the word ‘shadow’ embodying this ontological difference and analogy of being wiith the unique ‘shade’ beyond and below and yet analogically part of the dighy’s colour as being.
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