Who am I to feel
something of an ultimate
as I watch a duck
slowly cross the cove
on a dull day with snow in
the forecast? All by
itself it leaves a
widening wake touching both
shores, a soft glimmer
in the near darkness.
I’ve never felt so close to
Horace or Basho,
names writ on water,
I mean I felt such urgen-
cy to write it down.
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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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