Poems by Derek Walcott
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After The Storm
... on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken ...
Love After Love
... Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self ...
A Far Cry From Africa
... Between this Africa and the English tongue I love ...
The Schooner 'Flight'
... they found me round the Savannah, screaming:All you see me talking to the wind, so you think I mad ...
A City's Death By Fire
... Wanted to tell, in more than wax, of faiths that were snapped like wire ...
In The Virgins
... as a gray drizzle now defiles the viewof this blue harbor, framed in windows where ...
Blues
... You figure right! They beat this yellow nigger ...
Midsummer, Tobago
... A bridge, scorched yellow palmsfrom the summer-sleeping house ...
Dark August
... with your forehead of flowers and eyes of forgiveness,all with not be as it was, but it will be true ...
The Star-Apple Kingdom
... that carried the shacks of the poor, to their root-rock music, ...
Forest Of Europe
... "to the rustling of ruble notes by the lemon Neva,"but now that fever is a fire whose glow ...
Pentecost
... but a late cormorant,whose fading cry propels ...
Codicil
... Gulls screech with rusty tonguesAbove the beached, rotting pirogues, ...
Coral
... none other,Creates an exact absence like this stoneSet on a table with a whitening rackOf souvenirs ...
Egypt, Tobago
... all the sea's weight and volubility,who swings this globe by a hair's trembling breath ...
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