A Far Cry From Africa (Derek Walcott Poems)
A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. ...
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 ...
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left their ovals echoing in the ear; with gawky music ...
Man, I suck me tooth when I hear How dem croptime fiddlers lie, And de wailing, kiss-me-arse flutes That bring ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
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