“The jolt puts us on edge on a tightrope, one side nothing, the other side exceeding life.” Desmond, G&B, 249.
Where did you come from,
late summer fly? You land here
and there. You brighten
airless passages
with iridescence. My eye
keeps losing the way.
With a jolt, I see
your doubleness: born in waste,
now pure energy.
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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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