WORK IN PROGRESS
“Poetry can do that much and no more.” Czeslaw Milosz
Low tide leaves yellow
pollen drying in the mud
of the cove. High tide
returns the shimmer.
But today, Memorial
Day, grief deepens the
insight. Our wars waste
what restores the human flower,
the no-self’s power.
Today, pollen in
the air, in the water, O
man’s crude cruelty.
Yet further away,
a mute swan doubled by light
summer clouds piled high.
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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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