This poem grew out of my meditation on a line in Augustine’s Confessions: ‘I did not know that evil has no existence except as a privation of good…’ (p. 43 in Henry Chadwick’s Oxford translation). It felt worthwhile to explore this spiritual truth in the physical realm, and to see how Augustine’s words ring true in a broader context.
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D.S. Martin is the author of five poetry collections, including Ampersand (2018), and his most recent book Angelicus (2021) — both from Cascade Books. He is Poet-in-Residence at McMaster Divinity College. He is also the Series Editor for the Poiema Poetry Series, where he has edited more than thirty poetry collections, and three anthologies. He and his wife live in Brampton, Ontario; they have two adult sons
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