”There is more than comimg to nothing. What then is the resurrected astonishment? Is it not the ’yes’ to being as other that always did and always will pass beyond us but that, just in its passage, intimates itself as good?” Desmond G & B 121
The end of a day
in which I finished nothing.
I take out the trash—
the least I can do.
I clean up around the bins.
The tin lids are cold.
I sneeze. Buson wrote
a great haiku when he sneezed
and knew Fall had come.
Now crickets louder,
Eros, Thanatos—Greek to
me. Jeweled, urgent.
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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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