The mystic text ”recalls something that is not a past.” Michel de Certeau
Time is of the essence but ultimately makes a fool of consciousness. Anonymous.
(Work in progress)
The Autumn light off
the water shines, not so I
can see but to be
seen. Just this after-
noon, the whole summer passing
into the past. Now
that I’ve seen it, I’m
on edge, conscious it seems of
origin and end.
The moment passes.
The air darkens and chills. Stars
have my attention.
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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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