NEAR PROVIDENCE 9/29/20

Snow sticks to your beard.

Snow flakes dance in traffic lights

yellow red now green

you can go. Humbled

by poverty, you take things

impersonally.

There’s Van Gogh’s boots and

Basho’s sandles— Socrates,

Jesus went barefoot.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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. View all posts by Tom D'Evelyn

2 thoughts on “NEAR PROVIDENCE 9/29/20”

This one is exquisite in the way it moves, the voice emerging from its 5-7-5 syllabics, its 3 parts, its sublimely humble finish. I both admire this poem and find myself very moved by it. Thank you for it.

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