”(Never will I be able to tell you what I glimpsed, like a sentence written on a pane of glass and erased too quickly.” Phillipe Jaccottet, “Colors in the Distance,” from And, Nonetheless: Selected Prose and Poetry, translated by John Taylor, 255.
Everything glass but
erased too quickly. The room
backlit by lightning.
The ephemeral
highlighted in the sudden
tornado’s darkness.
The cat slept through it.
The point of view matters. Just
refuse to compose.
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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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