NEAR PROVIDENCE 5.3.21

You might say that the

midwinter sun picked out for

special attention

the goose’s orange

beak, the duck’s emerald nape,

in the cove today,

as I did say on

the cold walk home to no one

in particular.

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 5.3.21”

husmde says:

March 6, 2021 at 2:36 pm

THe poem takes the reader from the colloquial common ground of a gradually-unfolding scene of sky and bay to which the poem adn poet speak through the reader to the observed there-ness of the scene-the flashes of vibrant colour which seem to come alive as gifts of surprising depth to poet and reader and on to an open-ended conversation including poet, reader, poem, and no one–but this no one is not empty butcommunal, not simply no one but no one *in particular*. the poem thus helps draw the reader into a collective, ecstatic togetherness grounded in particulars and thus shared and universal.

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dietrichjohn says:

March 6, 2021 at 9:33 pm

Lovely. The mid-winter’s palette is not devoid, — pv

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