After The Storm (Derek Walcott Poems)
There are so many islands! As many islands as the stars at night on that branched tree from which meteors ...
Derek Walcott Poems (21 Poems)
Blues (Derek Walcott Poems)
Those five or six young guys lunched on the stoop that oven-hot summer night whistled me over. Nice and friendly. ...
Midsummer, Tobago (Derek Walcott Poems)
Broad sun-stoned beaches. White heat. A green river. A bridge, scorched yellow palms from the summer-sleeping house drowsing through August. ...
Dark August (Derek Walcott Poems)
So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky of this black August. My sister, the sun, broods in ...
The Star-Apple Kingdom (Derek Walcott Poems)
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Forest Of Europe (Derek Walcott Poems)
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left their ovals echoing in the ear; with gawky music ...
Pentecost (Derek Walcott Poems)
Better a jungle in the head than rootless concrete. Better to stand bewildered by the fireflies' crooked street; winter lamps ...
Codicil (Derek Walcott Poems)
Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles, one a hack's hired prose, I earn me exile. I trudge this sickle, moonlit beach ...
Coral (Derek Walcott Poems)
This coral's hape ecohes the hand It hollowed. Its Immediate absence is heavy. As pumice, As your breast in my ...
Egypt, Tobago (Derek Walcott Poems)
There is a shattered palm on this fierce shore, its plumes the rusting helm- et of a dead warrior. Numb ...
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 Saddhu Of Couva (Derek Walcott Poems)
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
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. ...
Parang (Derek Walcott Poems)
Man, I suck me tooth when I hear How dem croptime fiddlers lie, And de wailing, kiss-me-arse flutes That bring ...
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 ...
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 ...
A City’s Death By Fire (Derek Walcott Poems)
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky, I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's ...
R.T.S.L. (1917-1977) (Derek Walcott Poems)
As for that other thing which comes when the eyelid is glazed and the wax gleam from the unwrinkled forehead ...
The Sea Is History (Derek Walcott Poems)
The Sea Is History (Derek Walcott)
Sabbaths, W.I. (Derek Walcott Poems)
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
In The Virgins (Derek Walcott Poems)
You can't put in the ground swell of the organ from the Christiansted, St.Croix, Anglican Church behind the paratrooper's voice: ...