“There is a divine fulness always already more than all finite realizations . … ” Desmond, The Voiding of Being, 95.


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.

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 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 and other sites.

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