As it gets colder

the stairs to the top further

my let room higher

the view of the moonlit streets

below more compassionate


Behind me shadows

move. I turn around. A book

is all, open to

where we last read together

the Comedy, the light on.


Up here, the mind clears,

disappears, the lamp dims with

dawn. The page pales. Sounds

drift from below, the ranked world

awakes from love’s otherness.


What happened last night?

Why did it end abruptly?

I followed in vain.

I, hunter of form, lover

of form. They melt to my touch.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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 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 and other sites.

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