”Beauty is the supreme mystery here below. It is a radiance that entices attention, but does not give it any motive for enduring.” Simone Weil, “What is Sacred in Every Human Being?”
I fell into a
rhythm half way through the walk,
forgot the pain in
my foot, the soreness
of my eyes. What broke the spell
of this fine May day
was the sudden flight
of an egret across the
cove, that strange feeling.
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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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