“Perhaps the source of the aesthetic happening made it such, put us into the equivocal to free self-transcending that could only come alive in the chiaroscuro of the good.” G&B 140f
Ankle deep at low
tide, the egret holds the fort
surrounded by ducks.
A warm Autumn day.
I give all my attention
to what means nothing.
I am; others are.
Still, I’m distracted by how
soon it’s getting dark.
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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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