Too cold for a walk

really but the ducks paddled

away chatting —a

family outing.

Feet numb, ears freezing, I stood

there smelling the first

pie you baked for me

that summer in Providence.

You knew your apples.

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 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 and other sites.

One thought on “NEAR PROVIDENCE 11/24/20”

  1. Beautiful arc of memory and love rising from the paritcularities of the walk in the cold and the poet’s difference from the ducks, a difference which is also bridged by imagination and just being there at the same time. The poem, poet, and reader then move through memory and imagination to the moments of first love and the poet’s memory of his difference and distance from those physical particularities yet his relatedness to and participation in htem, despite the tensions of his at that time perhaps too severe abstraction. And so the poem brings us to a fuller embodying of life — not everything is text or mind!–and a fuller engagement with the world passing trhough time.


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