I am thrown above
(pace Heidegger) by the clouds
over the calm bay.
Air heavy, milky,
saturated with June light.
Porosity is
all, the horizon
tremendum et fascinans
in Little Rhody
as when Basho rests
on a high mountain path in
a field of yarrow.
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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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