As many ducks in

the air as in the water.

The restless Autumn.

In summer, old friends

kept in touch by phone, by text.

We were growing old

together. Death comes

as a surprise. The wild light

in the cove stuns me.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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 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 and other sites.

One thought on “NEAR PROVIDENCE 2.10.21”

  1. This poem challenges our natural inclination to rephrase profound truth or experience in clean abstractions which are co0ntrollable. The narrative of the change of seasons in which ducks and poet take part leads to teh traditional (in that sense generic) reflection on death in autumn. but the juxtaposition of ‘wild’ and light’ recasts what might otehrwise be out glib assertions or statements about death (and autumn). The verb ‘stuns’ with its echo of ‘sun’ calls to mind teh arresting of motion and the poet’s moment of beign stunned by teh wild light beyond concept suggests that amazement and glorious, timeless rest of being.


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