”Lyric thought achieves integrated speech only to the extent that words are bent to the shape of wordlessness.” Jan Zwicky, LYRIC PHILOSOPHY#137
Pre- Thanksgiving Day
walk to the cove—air, water
bursting with white gulls.
O The Great Swamp mass-
acre: kids, women, the old,
slayed by Puritans.
O air and water,
O Narragansett people,
the white gulls screaming.
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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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