They twitter as they
scatter as I go out in
the mornings: Mourning
Doves. Otherwise
I cannot locate the song
the rest of the day
and evening. Time
for them is an uncarved block
of Basho’s downtime.
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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 lovely: my ear takes me to where I settle into assent.
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