Spring 1985 • Vol. VII No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 1985 |

The Devil

The devil is an angel like any other one. The same wings, the same empyrean. Yes the devil is snowy white and not red; he has no pointed tail or horns on his head. He will appear to you exactly as a good angel but instead of being refreshed you will be as tired as the devil. For you see the devil is not refreshed by being himself. This is true but it is not useful.

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Kay Ryan became the sixteenth Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 2008. Raised in the San Joaquin Valley and Mojave Desert, Ryan spent her professional career teaching English at College of Marin in Kentfield, California and writing poems. Her collections have earned numerous awards, including a Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, a Guggenheim fellowship, a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship and several Pushcart Prizes. Her books include Dragon Acts to Dragon Ends (1983), Strangely Marked Metal (1985), Elephant Rocks (1996) and Say Uncle (2000).

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