”As finite being refers beyond itself to the infinite, the infinite communicates beyond itself to the finite other.” Desmond, G&B, 103
Flourishing over
the cove as August ripens
nameless pink flowers
petals fall and float
darkening the estuary.
Pink in milky light
finally you in
creation’s prayers to time
and love’s origin.
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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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