Koening Of The River (Derek Walcott Poems)
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
Better a jungle in the head than rootless concrete. Better to stand bewildered by the fireflies' crooked street; winter lamps ...
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