“There is a divine fulness always already more than all finite realizations . … ” Desmond, The Voiding of Being, 95.
WORK IN PROGRESS
Those February
days when sunlight fills the Bay,
the swans preen, pure white,
flickering out there.
The path to the breakwater
takes me all the way.
Since your death, I’ve learned
to live with the difference.
Love is not enough.
I blink, the swans are
gone. The Bay darkens, the winds
rise, sheer restlessness.
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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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You illuminate a stone-cold truth, “love is not enough” in that “finite realization”.
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