“There is nothing absolutely univocal about the aesthetic givenness of the world.” Desmond, The Voiding of Being, 61.
WORK IN PROGRESS
In the luminous
light of early April, pools
of clouds in the cove
compete with the ducks
floating there. I squint and sigh.
I’m all attention.
The clouds reflected,
the ducks simple. Ecstasy
alone lets them be.
“Back to the rough ground!”
Ducks’ days numbered in the cloud-
capped Anthropocene.
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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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