”The life of effort disappears behind the life of grace, of passivity. Quickly there is very little left except grace and passivity.” Simone Kotva, Effort and Grace
As one grows older
and autumn more cruel, the
egret’s flight down from
the trees to the cove
weighs more on the mind. Today
the sweep of it, and
the gritty song — e-
gret, gret, gret— had no regret
in it, only self
self self— say the gift
of being just this bird be-
tween heaven and earth.
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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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