”Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.” Iris Murdoch
Generous Being,
you stop me in my reading
of Basho, Yeats, and
such companions.
Awe overwhelms my reason
with dumb gratitude.
The words on the page
which I know so well flow fresh
and cold from your depths.
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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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