“Such a path presumes a bringing-together of ekstasis and absense, impossible to understand or represent, though experienced or received in time.” Catherine Pickstock, Aspects of Truth, 111.
Boats still all wrapped up.
Ripples from under the pier.
Corrugated light.
A break in the clouds.
The cove shrugging away ice.
Ducks swim into light.
What makes the world world?
Say: God’s ecstatic love for
what’s outside itself.
Can one say that? No.
Only nonsense fits wonder.
A duck’s head blazes.
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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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