”The soul waits quietly in itself as in a nothing, but a nothing which is readiness and expectancy.” William Desmond, G&B 274
My self-image proved
by spring cleaning my place,
I left on the wrong
foot. I walked too fast,
innocent sunbathers on
the breakwater al-
most took my mind off
the indifferent splendid
geese under the trees.
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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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