Love After Love (Derek Walcott Poems)
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror ...
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror ...
A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky, I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's ...
Those five or six young guys lunched on the stoop that oven-hot summer night whistled me over. Nice and friendly. ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles, one a hack's hired prose, I earn me exile. I trudge this sickle, moonlit beach ...
There is a shattered palm on this fierce shore, its plumes the rusting helm- et of a dead warrior. Numb ...
Man, I suck me tooth when I hear How dem croptime fiddlers lie, And de wailing, kiss-me-arse flutes That bring ...
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