”This sense of inward idiocy makes us defend, not only the radical singularity of the self… but also the opening of the self within the self to its own inexhaustible dimension of depth.” Desmond, quoted by Morisato, 96
A late rising, slow
from a night of memories
of love, slow, awkward
love and slow waking.
August light fills the flat with
sharp corners, questions.
Later the Bay is
full of swans. The wings of one
rising go thwap, thwap.
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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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