Derek Walcott
Egypt, Tobago by Derek Walcott

Egypt, Tobago by Derek Walcott

There is a shattered palmon this fierce shore,its plumes the rusting helm-et of a dead warrior.Numb Antony, in the torporstretching her inertsex near him like a sleeping ...

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Blues by Derek Walcott

Blues by Derek Walcott

Those five or six young guyslunched on the stoopthat oven-hot summer nightwhistled me over. Niceand friendly. So, I stop.MacDougal or ChristopherStreet in chains of light.A ...

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A Far Cry From Africa by Derek Walcott

A Far Cry From Africa by Derek Walcott

A wind is ruffling the tawny peltOf Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies,Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt.Corpses are scattered through a paradise.Only the worm, colonel of ...

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Forest Of Europe by Derek Walcott

Forest Of Europe by Derek Walcott

The last leaves fell like notes from a pianoand left their ovals echoing in the ear,with gawky music stands, the winter forestlooks like an empty orchestra, its linesruled on ...

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After The Storm by Derek Walcott

After The Storm by Derek Walcott

There are so many islands! As many islands as the stars at night on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken like falling fruit around the schooner Flight. But things ...

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A City’s Death By Fire by Derek Walcott

A City’s Death By Fire by Derek Walcott

After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire,Under a candle's eye, that smoked in tears, IWanted to tell, ...

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The Sea Is History by Derek Walcott

The Sea Is History by Derek Walcott

Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?Where is your tribal memory? Sirs,in that gray vault. The sea. The seahas locked them up. The sea is History.First, there was the ...

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Midsummer, Tobago by Derek Walcott

Midsummer, Tobago by Derek Walcott

Broad sun-stoned beaches.White heat.A green river.A bridge,scorched yellow palmsfrom the summer-sleeping housedrowsing through August.Days I have held,days I have lost,days that ...

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Love After Love by Derek Walcott

Love After Love by Derek Walcott

The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. ...

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The Season of Phantasmal Peace by Derek Walcott

The Season of Phantasmal Peace by Derek Walcott

Then all the nations of birds lifted togetherthe huge net of the shadows of this earthin multitudinous dialects, twittering tongues,stitching and crossing it. They lifted upthe ...

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Koening Of The River by Derek Walcott

Koening Of The River by Derek Walcott

Koening knew now there was no one on the river.Entering its brown mouth choking with liliesand curtained with midges, Koenig poled the shalloppast the abandoned ferry and the ...

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Ruins Of A Great House by Derek Walcott

Ruins Of A Great House by Derek Walcott

though our longest sun sets at right declensions andmakes but winter arches,it cannot be long before we lie down in darkness, andhave our light in ashes. . .Browne, Urn ...

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The Glory Trumpeter by Derek Walcott

The Glory Trumpeter by Derek Walcott

Old Eddie's face, wrinkled with river lights, Looked like a Mississippi man's.The eyes, Derisive and avuncular at once, Swivelling, fixed me.They'd seenToo many wakes, too many ...

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The Fist by Derek Walcott

The Fist by Derek Walcott

The fist clenched round my heartloosens a little, and I gaspbrightness, but it tightensagain. When have I ever not lovedthe pain of love? But this has movedpast love to mania. ...

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Night In The Gardens Of Port Of Spain by Derek Walcott

Night In The Gardens Of Port Of Spain by Derek Walcott

Night, the black summer, simplifies her smellsinto a village, she assumes the impenetrablemusk of the negro, grows secret as sweat, her alleys odorous with shucked oyster ...

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The Bounty by Derek Walcott

The Bounty by Derek Walcott

iBetween the vision of the Tourist Board and the trueParadise lies the desert where Isaiah's elationsforce a rose from the sand. The thirty-third cantocores the dawn clouds with ...

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Dark August by Derek Walcott

Dark August by Derek Walcott

So much rain, so much life like the swollen skyof this black August. My sister, the sun,broods in her yellow room and won't come out.Everything goes to hell, the mountains ...

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From ‘Omeros’ by Derek Walcott

From ‘Omeros’ by Derek Walcott

BOOK SIXChapter XLIVIIn hill-towns, from San Fernando to Mayagüez,the same sunrise stirred the feathered lances of canedown the archipelago's highways. The first breezerattled ...

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In the Village by Derek Walcott

In the Village by Derek Walcott

II came up out of the subway and there werepeople standing on the steps as if they knewsomething I didn't. This was in the Cold War,and nuclear fallout. I looked and the whole ...

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A Lesson for This Sunday by Derek Walcott

A Lesson for This Sunday by Derek Walcott

The growing idleness of summer grassWith its frail kites of furious butterfliesRequests the lemonade of simple praiseIn scansion gentler than my hammock swingsAnd rituals no ...

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The Star-Apple Kingdom by Derek Walcott

The Star-Apple Kingdom by Derek Walcott

There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools of shadow from an older sky, surviving from when the landscape ...

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Coral by Derek Walcott

Coral by Derek Walcott

This coral's hape ecohes the handIt hollowed. ItsImmediate absence is heavy. As pumice,As your breast in my cupped palm.Sea-cold, its nipple rasps like sand,Its pores, like ...

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Pentecost by Derek Walcott

Pentecost by Derek Walcott

Better a jungle in the headthan rootless concrete.Better to stand bewilderedby the fireflies' crooked street,winter lamps do not showwhere the sidewalk is lost,nor can these ...

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The Saddhu Of Couva by Derek Walcott

The Saddhu Of Couva by Derek Walcott

When sunset, a brass gong,vibrate through Couva,is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed,like a white cattle bird growing more smallover the ocean of the evening canes,and I ...

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R.T.S.L. (1917-1977) by Derek Walcott

R.T.S.L. (1917-1977) by Derek Walcott

As for that other thingwhich comes when the eyelid is glazedand the wax gleamfrom the unwrinkled foreheadasks no more questionsof the dry mouth,whether they open the heart like ...

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Parang by Derek Walcott

Parang by Derek Walcott

Man, I suck me tooth when I hearHow dem croptime fiddlers lie,And de wailing, kiss-me-arse flutesThat bring water to me eye!Oh, when I t'ink how from youngI wasted time at de ...

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In The Virgins by Derek Walcott

In The Virgins by Derek Walcott

You can't put in the ground swell of the organfrom the Christiansted, St.Croix, Anglican Churchbehind the paratrooper's voice: 'Turned copafter Vietnam. I made thirty ...

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Codicil by Derek Walcott

Codicil by Derek Walcott

Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles,one a hack's hired prose, I earnme exile. I trudge this sickle, moonlit beach for miles,tan, burnto slough offthis live of ocean that's ...

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Sabbaths, W.I. by Derek Walcott

Sabbaths, W.I. by Derek Walcott

Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday,in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleepingthose volcanoes like ashen roses, or the incurable soreof poverty, around ...

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