“The one is all things but no thing.” Plotinus
I walk out into
the bloc heat of August noon.
The absolute one.
Things in the cool shops
and a little money buys
air conditioning,
human relations,
my smiling self. Once outside,
the inscape wobbles:
which overflows, being or
mind knowing itself?
A few sips of pop
and things settle down: finite
goods are the real goods.
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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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