The shadows have grown long.
A grackle has dived into a garbage can
then flown off, elegantly
contouring the ground awhile, then rising.
I have been overtaken by the light.
It has made of me a long shadow.


Tryfon Tolides

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From the editor' s desk

The shadows in "I Sit Here And" are in the manner of John Milton’s ending of
both "Lycidas" and "Paradise Lost;" no small accomplishment and for which
there may be no exculpation except by letting Eugenio Montale’s (just like
Tolides’s " . . . overtaken . . . ")  one-line, cosmic masterpiece
"m’illumino d’immenso" to flash upon the mind’s page! Poetry affecting all
poetry, no two ways about it.