The smell of coffee
in the morning helps me wake
from my dreams. I wake
to the edgy ob-
jectivity of caffein con-
sciousness, or the real.
It seems. The day’s text
is Jaccottet’s Violets—-
qui ouvre une voie.
Violets appeal
from innocence beyond us
to our finitude.
Later I’ll remem-
ber he says the violets
will need replacing.
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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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