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 were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
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 ...
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