The Schooner ‘Flight’ (Derek Walcott Poems)
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
There are so many islands! As many islands as the stars at night on that branched tree from which meteors ...
Those five or six young guys lunched on the stoop that oven-hot summer night whistled me over. Nice and friendly. ...
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
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