The Star-Apple Kingdom (Derek Walcott Poems)
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
As for that other thing which comes when the eyelid is glazed and the wax gleam from the unwrinkled forehead ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
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