”…perhaps it is not surprising that the surprise of a godsend is very often in the dawning of a destitution where we can no longer count on anything, or on ourselves either.” Desmond, GODSENDS (2021), 261.
Does it mean any-
thing? The silent address of
block color, the gold
of dried cordgrass; waves
of cobalt blue; resonance
at the bay’s edge? I
shiver in the cold.
Doubt shifts to awareness of
my great privilege.
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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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