”All hyperboles point to a kind of espousal of the human and divine. There is nothing exclusive about this, no one is left out, and yet every singular is absolute in the deep intimacy of divine communication.” Desmond, GODSENDS (2021), 166.
Under the bleached piers,
ducks mill around and outshine
the yellow sunshine.
Some splash down, some lift
off. Coming and going they
shed the year’s last light.
My mind is shaken
and stripped bare at this wedding
in time’s forever.
No timeless beliefs
survive in my memory
of the year’s amber.
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 email@example.com. 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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One thought on “NEAR PROVIDENCE 20.12.21”
I just reread this poem and love it, every single word exactly as it is!
On Mon, Dec 20, 2021 at 8:17 PM Metaxyturn Diaries wrote:
> Tom D’Evelyn posted: ” work-in-progress Under the bleached piers, ducks > mill around and outshine the late winter sun. Some splash down, some lift > off. Coming and going they gather and shed light like silver giftwrap. My > old pagan heart is shaken ” >