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Author: WALCOTT, DEREK
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Walcott, Derek    Poet's Biography
340 poems available by this author


A CITY'S DEATH BY FIRE    Poem Text    
First Line: After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky


A FAR CRY FROM AFRICA    Poem Text    
First Line: A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt
Subject(s): Africa; African Americans - History; Ancestors & Ancestry; Black Heritage; Heritage; Heredity


A LESSON FOR THIS SUNDAY    Poem Text     Recitation by Author
First Line: The growing idleness of summer grass
Subject(s): Summer


A LETTER FROM BROOKLYN    Poem Text    
First Line: An old lady writes me in a spidery style
Subject(s): Fathers


A SEA-CHANTEY    Poem Text    
First Line: La, tout n'est qu'ordre et beaute
Subject(s): West Indies; Caribbean Islands


ACHILLE IN AFRICA       
First Line: Mangroves, their wrists in water, walked with the canoe


ADAM'S SONG       
First Line: The adulteress stoned to death


AFTER THE PLAGUE       
First Line: After the plague, the city-wall caked with flies, the smoke's amnesia
Last Line: While the gods fade like thunder in the rattling mountains


AIR       
First Line: The unheard, omnivorous %jaws of this rain forest


ALBA       
First Line: Dawn breaking as I woke
Last Line: I may have many sorrows %dawn is not one of them


ALMOND TREES       
First Line: There's nothing here %this early
Last Line: That grieves in silence, like parental love
Subject(s): Environment; Trees


ALPHAEUS PRINCE       
First Line: Alphaeus prince. What a name! He was one of the princes
Last Line: In it, and who made death a gift that we quietly envied


ANOTHER LIFE       
First Line: Verandahs, where the pages of the sea are a book left open by an absent master


ARKANSAS TESTAMENT       
First Line: Over fayetteville, arkansas %a slope of memorial pines


AS JOHN TO PATMOS    Poem Text    
First Line: As john to patmos, among the rocks and the blue live air, hounded
Last Line: To praise lovelong the living and the brown dead
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island); Home


AS JOHN TO PATMOS       


AT THE END OF THIS LINE THERE IS AN OPENING DOOR       
Last Line: And folds this page over with a whitening wave


AWAKING TO GRATITUDE IN THIS GENEROUS EDEN       
Last Line: Like white wings at coole, the beat of his clapping swans


BAMBOO STANDS READY       
First Line: The bamboo stands ready as an army with its plumed banners
Last Line: Of history, every object we named was not the correct noun


BANYAN TREE, OLD YEAR'S NIGHT       
First Line: In the damp park, no larger than a stamp


BEACHHEAD       
First Line: I come up to a break


BECUNE POINT    Poem Text    
First Line: Stunned heat of noon. In shade, tan, silken cows
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


BLEECKER STREET, SUMMER       
First Line: Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and langour
Last Line: And laugh and dry your damp flesh if you came


BLUES    Poem Text    
First Line: Those five or six young guys
Subject(s): Blues (music); Jazz; Music & Musicians


BLUES       
First Line: Those five or six young guys
Last Line: About love. If it's so tough, %forget it
Subject(s): Blues (music); Jazz; Music And Musicians


BOUNTY II       
First Line: I cannot remember the name of that seacoast city
Last Line: D.W. This place is good to die in. It really was


BOUNTY: 1       
First Line: Between the vision of the tourist board and the true
Last Line: I behold their industry and they are giants
Subject(s): Mothers


BOUNTY: 2       
First Line: There on the beach, in the desert, lies the dark well
Last Line: Of cavalry under your cloak; come on now, enough
Subject(s): Mothers


BOUNTY: 3       
First Line: Bounty! %in the bells of tree-frogs with their steady clamour
Last Line: I showed her my first elegy, her husband's, and then her own
Subject(s): Mothers


BOUNTY: 4       
First Line: But can she or can she not read this? Can you read this
Last Line: But never your faith in the bounty which is his word
Subject(s): Mothers


BOUNTY: 5       
First Line: All of these waves crepitate from the culture of ovid
Last Line: Not stars or falling embers, not meteors, but tears


BOUNTY: 6       
First Line: The mango trees serenely rust when they are in flower
Last Line: For good: wind shines white stones and the shallows' voices


BOUNTY: 7       
First Line: In spring, after the bear's self-burial, the stuttering
Last Line: To the blackbird that hasn't forgotten her because it sings


BRISE MARINE       
First Line: K with quick laughter, honey skin and hair


CASTAWAY       
First Line: The starved eye devours the seascape for the morsel %of a sail


CASTLE IN THE OLIVES       
First Line: I crossed my meridian. Rust terraces, olive trees


CENTRAL AMERICA       
First Line: Helicopters are cutlassing the wild bananas
Last Line: There is no distinction in these distances


CHE       
First Line: In this dark-grained news photograph, whose glare


CITY'S DEATH BY FIRE       
First Line: After that hot gospeller had levelled all but the
Last Line: Blessing the death and the baptism by fire


CLOUD       
First Line: And, laterally
Last Line: And, as it moved, he named it tenderness
Subject(s): Bible; Religion


CODICIL    Poem Text    
First Line: Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles,
Subject(s): Writing & Writers


CODICIL       
First Line: Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles
Last Line: All its indifferenc is a different rage


COLD SPRING HARBOR       
First Line: From feather-stuffed bolsters of cloud


CORAL       
First Line: This coral's shape echoes the hand


CRUSOE'S ISLAND    Poem Text    
First Line: The chapel's cowbell / like god's anvil
Subject(s): Saint Lucia, West Indies


CRUSOE'S ISLAND       
First Line: The chapel's cowbell %like god's anvil
Last Line: Can bless them as the bell's %transfiguring tongue can bless
Subject(s): Saint Lucia, West Indies


CRUSOE'S JOURNAL       
First Line: Once we have driven past mundo nuevo trace safely to this beach house


CUL DE SAC VALLEY       
First Line: A panel of sunrise


DARK AUGUST       
First Line: So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky


DOWN SHORTCUTS       
First Line: Down shortcuts like wounds in the hills, into estate kitchens
Last Line: Wake, cloaked by the sea-wind on my own coast again


EARLY POMPEIAN       
First Line: In the first years, when your hair %was parted severely in the pompeian style


EASTER       
First Line: Anna, my daughter %you have a black dog


EGYPT, TOBAGO       
First Line: There is a shattered plain %on this fierce shore


ELEGY       
First Line: Our hammock swung between americas


ELSEWHERE       
First Line: Somewhere a white horse gallops with its mane


ENDINGS       
First Line: Things do not explode


EULOGY TO W. H. AUDEN    Poem Text    
First Line: Assuredly, that fissured face
Last Line: Shine with the wake that gives the / craftsman the gift of peace
Subject(s): Auden, Wystan Hugh (1907-1973); Poetry & Poets


EULOGY TO W. H. AUDEN       
First Line: Assuredly, that fissured face
Last Line: Shine with the wake that gives the %craftsman the gift of peace
Subject(s): Auden, Wystan Hugh (1907-1973); Poetry And Poets


EUROPA    Poem Text    
First Line: The full moon is so fierce that I can count the
Subject(s): Mythology - Classical


EUROPA       
First Line: The full moon is so fierce that I can count the
Last Line: Like drops still quivering on his matted hide, %the hooves and horn-points anagrammed in stars
Subject(s): Mythology - Classical


FAR CRY FROM AFRICA       
First Line: A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt
Last Line: How can I face such slaughter and be cool? %how can I turn from africa and live
Subject(s): Africa; African Americans - History; Ancestors And Ancestry


FEEL OF THE VILLAGE       
First Line: The feel of the village in the afternoon heat, a torpor
Last Line: Is nothing, and it is this nothingness that makes it great
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


FIST       
First Line: The fist clenched round my heart
Last Line: Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live
Subject(s): Love


FIST CLENCHED ROUND MY HEART'       


FLOCK       
First Line: The grip of winter tightening, its thinned


FOR ADRIAN; APRIL 14, 1986       
First Line: Look, and you will see that the furniture is fading
Last Line: As if his closing grave were the smile of the earth


FOR THE ALTARPIECE OF THE ROSEAU VALLEY CHURCH, SAINT LUCIA    Poem Text    
First Line: The chapel, as the pivot of this valley
Subject(s): Churches; Saint Lucia (caribbean Island); Cathedrals


FOR THE ALTARPIECE OF THE ROSEAU VALLEY CHURCH, SAINT LUCIA       
First Line: The chapel, as the pivot of this valley
Last Line: The real faces of angels
Subject(s): Churches; Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


FOREST OF EUROPE       
First Line: The last leaves fell like notes from a piano


FORTUNATE TRAVELLER       
First Line: It was in winter. Steeples, spires
Last Line: The leather-helmed locust


FREDERIKSTED, DUSK       
First Line: Sunset, the cheapest of all picture-shows


FRENCH COLONIAL. 'VERS DE SOCIETE.'       
First Line: I cannot look a veteran in the eye


FROM THIS FAR       
First Line: The white almonds of a statue stare


GLORY TRUMPETER       
First Line: Old eddie's face, wrinkled with river lights
Last Line: For my own uncle in america, %that living there I never could look up
Subject(s): African Americans - Song And Music; Jazz; Music And Musicians


GOATS AND MONKEYS       
First Line: The owl's torches gutter. Chaos clouds the globe


GOD REST YE MERRY GENTLEMEN       
First Line: Splitting from jack delaney's, sheridan square
Last Line: The night was white. There was nowhere to hide


GOD REST YE MERRY, GENTLEMAN: PART II       
First Line: Every street corner is christmas eve


GREAT BURSTS OF EXALTATION       
First Line: Great bursts of exaltation crest the white breaker
Last Line: To the cuatros of christmas, the orange tree against the blue hill


GREENWICH VILLAGE, WINTER       
First Line: A book is a life, and this
Last Line: Black footprints in the frightening snow


GROS-ILET    Poem Text    
First Line: From this village, soaked like a grey rag in salt water
Last Line: The sea grapes bitter, the language is that of slaves.
Subject(s): Slavery; Serfs


GULF       
First Line: The airport coffee tastes less of america
Last Line: Age after age, the uninstructing dead
Subject(s): Air Travel; Texas; United States


GUYANA       
First Line: The surveyor straightens from his theodolite


HARBOUR       
First Line: The fishermen rowing homeward in the dusk


HOMAGE TO EDWARD THOMAS    Poem Text    
First Line: Formal, informal, by a country's cast
Subject(s): Thomas, Edward (1878-1917)


HOMAGE TO EDWARD THOMAS       
First Line: Formal, informal, by a country's cast
Last Line: Harden in their indifference, like this elm.
Subject(s): Thomas, Edward (1878-1917)


HOMECOMING: 1    Poem Text    
First Line: My country heart, I am not home till sesenne sings
Subject(s): Homecoming; Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


HOMECOMING: 1       
First Line: My country heart, I am not home till sesenne sings
Last Line: And the names of rivers whose bridges I used to know
Subject(s): Homecoming; Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


HOMECOMING: 2       
First Line: The blades of the olenader were rattling like green knives
Last Line: Endured in their silence the dividing wind
Subject(s): Homecoming; Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


HOMECOMING: 3    Poem Text    
First Line: When the violin whines its question and the banjo answers
Subject(s): Homecoming; Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


HOMECOMING: 3       
First Line: When the violin whines its question and the banjo answers
Last Line: But my love of both wide as the atlantic is large
Subject(s): Homecoming; Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


HOMECOMING: ANSE LA RAYE       
First Line: Whatever else we learned %at school, like solemn afro-greeks eager for grades


HOMER IN THE UNDERGROUND       
First Line: In scorched summer light, from the circle of charing cross


HOTEL NORMANDIE POOL       
First Line: Around the cold pool in the metal light
Last Line: The fruit bat swings on its branch, a tongueless bell
Subject(s): Blacks - History; Holidays; Middle Age; New Year


HURUCAN       
First Line: Once branching light startles the hair of coconuts


I AM CONSIDERING A SYNTAX THE COLOUR OF SLATE       
Last Line: I am considering a world without stars and opposites. When


I SAW STONES       
First Line: I saw stones that shone with stoniness, I saw thorns
Last Line: Silver and bountiful in the slow afternoon


IF THESE WERE ISLANDS MADE FROM MYTHOLOGIES WHERE       
Last Line: Of the aegean, and the aegean of reversible seas


IN A GREEN LIGHT, SELS.       


IN LATE-AFTERNNON LIGHT THE TOPS OF THE BREADFRUIT LEAVES       
First Line: In late-afternoon light the tops of the breadfruit leaves
Last Line: Green and red lights droning where stars and fireflies breed
Subject(s): Saint Lucia, West Indies


IN LATE-AFTERNOON LIGHT THE TOPS OF THE BREADFRUIT LEAVES    Poem Text    
First Line: In late-afternoon light the tops of the breadfruit leaves
Last Line: Rooster crossing a yard blazes like a satrap
Subject(s): Landscape


IN MY EIGHTEENTH YEAR    Poem Text    
First Line: Having measured the years today by the calendar
Last Line: Shine from the perverse beauty of the dead
Subject(s): Time; Teenagers


IN THE VILLAGE    Poem Text    
First Line: I came up out of the subway and there were
Subject(s): New York City; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple


ISLANDS       
First Line: Merely to name them is the prose
Last Line: Patience though it seems a waste


IT DEPENDS       
First Line: It depends on how you look at the cream church on the cliff
Last Line: Has lilt that lengthens 'the road' and makes it ireland's


IT IS LOW TIDE    Poem Text    
First Line: It is low tide, so the reef evolves into islands
Last Line: But from its shacks and their fishnets these lines were made
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


IT IS LOW TIDE       
First Line: It is low tide, so the reef evolves into islands
Last Line: But from its shacks and their fishnets these lines were made
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 1    Poem Text    
First Line: On the bright road to rome, beyond mantua
Last Line: Because it is truth. Your polars spin in the sun
Subject(s): Italy; Italians


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 1       
First Line: On the bright road to rome, beyond mantua
Last Line: Because it is truth. Your poplars spin in the sun
Subject(s): Italy


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 2    Poem Text    
First Line: Whir of a pigeon's wings outside a wooden window
Last Line: Of a book and stands at the end of perspective, waiting for me
Subject(s): Italy; Italians


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 2       
First Line: Whir of a pigeon's wings outside a wooden window
Last Line: Of a book, and stands at the end of perspective, waiting for me
Subject(s): Italy


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 3    Poem Text    
First Line: In this landscape of vines and hills you carried a theme
Last Line: Into a coin that the fog's fingers rub together
Subject(s): Italy; Italians


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 3       
First Line: In this landscape of vines and hills you carried a theme
Last Line: Into a coin that the fog's fingers rub together
Subject(s): Italy


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 4    Poem Text    
First Line: The foam out on the sparkling strait muttering montale
Last Line: To dissolve in a fiction greater than our lives, the sea, the un
Subject(s): Italy; Italians


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 4       
First Line: The foam out on the sparkling strait muttering montale
Last Line: To dissolve in a fiction greater than our lives, the sea, the sun
Subject(s): Italy


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 5    Poem Text    
First Line: My colonnade of cedars between whose arches the ocean
Last Line: That your speck widens with elation, a dot that soars
Subject(s): Italy; Italians


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 5       
First Line: My colonnade of cedars between whose arches the ocean
Last Line: That your speck widens with elation, a dot that soars
Subject(s): Italy


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 6    Poem Text    
First Line: Now evening after evening after evening
Subject(s): Italy; Italians


ITALIAN ECLOGUES: 6       
First Line: Now evening after evening after evening
Last Line: Your voice, through the dark reeds of lines that shine with life
Subject(s): Italy


JEAN RHYS       
First Line: In their faint photographs


KOENIG OF THE RIVER       
First Line: Koenig knew now there was no one on the river


LAMPFALL       
First Line: Closest at lampfall %like children, like the moth-flame metaphor


LANDFALL, GRENADA       
First Line: Where you are rigidly anchored


LATIN PRIMER       
First Line: I had nothing against which


LAVENTILLE (FOR V.S. NAIPAUL)       
First Line: It huddled here


LESSON FOR THIS SUNDAY       
First Line: The growing idleness of summer grass


LETTER FROM BROOKLYN       
First Line: An old lady writes me in a spidery style
Last Line: So this old lady writes, and again I believe, %I believe it all, and for no man's death I grieve
Subject(s): Fathers


LETTER FROM THE OLD GUARD       
First Line: From a palm-stirred province in the antilles


LETTER TO A PAINTER IN ENGLAND    Poem Text    
First Line: Where you rot under the strict gray industry
Last Line: That would inform the blind world of its flesh
Subject(s): Paintings & Painters; Letters; Seasons; West Indies


LIBERATOR       
First Line: In a blue bar at the crossroads, before you turn


LIGHT OF THE WORLD       
First Line: Marley was rocking on the transport's stereo
Subject(s): Marley, Robert Nesta (bob) (1945-1981)


LIMITS AND FREEDOM       
First Line: The imagination wants its limits and delights in its limits. It finds
Last Line: Its freedom in the definition of those limits


LOVE AFTER LOVE    Poem Text    
First Line: The time will come
Subject(s): Food & Eating; Drinks & Drinking; Self-love; Wine


LOVE AFTER LOVE       
First Line: The time will come
Last Line: Sit. Feast on your life


LOVE IN THE VALLEY       
First Line: The sun goes slowly blind


MAN WHO LOVED ISLANDS; A TWO PAGE OUTLINE       
First Line: A man is leaning on a cold iron rail


MAP OF EUROPE       
First Line: Like leonardo's idea
Last Line: To see things as they are, halved by a darkness %from which they cannot shift


MAP OF THE NEW WORLD: 1. ARCHIPELAGOES       
First Line: At the end of this sentence, rain will begin


MARINA TSVETAEVA    Poem Text    
First Line: Newspapers aged in an armchair, the sofa drowsed
Last Line: Bellows your paper's stationary sails
Subject(s): Tsvetayeva, Marina (1892-1941)


MARINA TSVETAEVA       
First Line: Newspapers aged in an armchair, the sofa drowsed
Subject(s): Tsvetayeva, Marina (1892-1941)


MASS MAN       
First Line: Through a great lion's head clouded by mange


MENELAUS       
First Line: Wood smoke smudges the sea
Last Line: Under me, crusted in coral, %towers pass, and a small sea-horse


MIDLSUMMER: XXXI       
First Line: Along cape cod, salt crannies of white harbors
Last Line: Snow, mixed with steam, blurring the thought of islands


MIDSUMMER 54       
First Line: The midsummer sea, the hot pitch road, this grass, these shacks
Last Line: The grateful grass will grow thick from his heart
Subject(s): Summer


MIDSUMMER, TOBAGO    Poem Text    
First Line: Broad sun-stoned beaches
Subject(s): Time


MIDSUMMER, TOBAGO       
First Line: Broad sun-stoned beaches
Last Line: Days that outgrow, like daughters, %my harbouring arms
Subject(s): Time


MIDSUMMER: 11       
First Line: My double, tired of morning, closes the door


MIDSUMMER: 14       
First Line: With the frenzy of an old snake shedding its skin


MIDSUMMER: 15       
First Line: I can sense it coming from far, too, maman, the ride


MIDSUMMER: 18       
First Line: In the other 'eighties, a hundred midsummers gone


MIDSUMMER: 19       
First Line: On the quays of pappete, the dawdling white-ducked colonists
Variant Title(s): Gaugi


MIDSUMMER: 2    Poem Text    
First Line: Companion in rome, whom rome makes an old rome
Last Line: Silver legions of mackerel race through our catacombs
Subject(s): Rome, Italy; Summer


MIDSUMMER: 2       
First Line: Companion in rome, whom rome makes as old as rome


MIDSUMMER: 20. WATTEAU       
First Line: The amber spray of trees feather-brushed with the dusk


MIDSUMMER: 21. WATTEA       
First Line: A long, white, summer cloud, like a cleared linen table


MIDSUMMER: 23       
First Line: With the stampeding hiss and scurry of green lemmings


MIDSUMMER: 25       
First Line: The sun has fired my face to terra-cotta


MIDSUMMER: 26       
First Line: Before that thundercloud breaks from its hawsers


MIDSUMMER: 27    Poem Text    
First Line: Certain things here are quietly american
Subject(s): West Indies; Caribbean Islands


MIDSUMMER: 27       
First Line: Certain things here are quietly american
Last Line: The quality of the dirt, the fealty changing under my foot
Subject(s): West Indies


MIDSUMMER: 28       
First Line: Something primal in our spine makes the child swing


MIDSUMMER: 3    Poem Text    
First Line: At the queen's park hotel, with its white, high-ceilinged rooms
Last Line: A breeze strolls down to the docks, and the sea begins
Subject(s): Hotels; Summer; Inns; Innskeepers; Motels; Boarding Houses


MIDSUMMER: 3       
First Line: At the queen's park hotel, with its white, high-ceilinged rooms
Last Line: A breeze strolls down to the docks, and the sea begins
Subject(s): Hotels


MIDSUMMER: 30       
First Line: Gold dung and urinous straw from the horse garages
Last Line: Then jerks the reins of his brass-handled hearse


MIDSUMMER: 33       
First Line: Those grooves in that forehead of sand-coloured flesh


MIDSUMMER: 35       
First Line: Mid. Clods. The sucking heel of the rain-flinger


MIDSUMMER: 36    Poem Text    
First Line: The oak inns creak in their joints as light declines
Subject(s): Environment; Hotels; Trees; Environmental Protection; Ecology; Conservation; Inns; Innskeepers; Motels; Boarding Houses


MIDSUMMER: 36       
First Line: The oak inns creak in their joints as light declines
Last Line: Of shallow or silence in their fading garden
Subject(s): Environment; Hotels; Trees


MIDSUMMER: 38       
First Line: The camps held their distance of brown chestnuts and grey smoke
Last Line: Since this century's pastorals were already written %at auschwitz, buchenwald, at dachau, at sachsen
Subject(s): Holocaust, Jewish (1939-1945); Jews


MIDSUMMER: 39       
First Line: The grey english road hissed emptily under the tires


MIDSUMMER: 4    Poem Text    
First Line: This spanish port, piractical in deverseness
Last Line: The plaza's cracked by the jungle's furious seed
Subject(s): Africa; Summer


MIDSUMMER: 41       
First Line: The camps hold their distance - brown chestnuts and grey smoke


MIDSUMMER: 43. TROPIC ZONE       
First Line: A white dory, face down, its rusted keel staining


MIDSUMMER: 44       
First Line: A wind-scraped headland, a sludy, dishwater sea


MIDSUMMER: 5    Poem Text    
First Line: The hemispheres lie sweating, flesh to flesh
Last Line: Rolls his bullets like beads. Glued to his own transistor
Subject(s): Summer; New York City; Hamptons, New York


MIDSUMMER: 50       
First Line: I once gave my daughters, separately, two conch shells


MIDSUMMER: 51       
First Line: Since all of your work was really an effort to appease


MIDSUMMER: 52       
First Line: I heard them marching the leaf-wet roads of my head


MIDSUMMER: 53       
First Line: There was one syrian, with his bicycle, in our town


MIDSUMMER: 54    Poem Text    
First Line: The midsummer sea, the hot pitch road, this grass, these shacks
Subject(s): Summer


MIDSUMMER: 6       
First Line: Midsummer stretches beside me with its cat's yawn
Variant Title(s): Port Of Spai


MIDSUMMER: 7       
First Line: Our houses are one step from the gutter. Plastic curtains


MIMI, THE NEAR-SUICIDE       
First Line: Somebody told her she had sad, interesting eyes


MISSING THE SEA       
First Line: Something removed roars in the ears of this house
Last Line: Incredulous, expecting occupancy


MORNING MOON       
First Line: Still haunted by the cycle of the moon


NAMES       
First Line: My race began as the sea began


NEARING FORTY       
First Line: Insomniac since four, hearing this narrow


NEGATIVES       
First Line: A news clip; the invasion of biafra


NEVER GET USED TO THIS    Poem Text    
First Line: Never get used to this: the feathery, swaying casuarinas
Subject(s): Home; Nostalgia


NEVER GET USED TO THIS       
First Line: Never get used to this: the feathery, swaying casuarinas
Last Line: The yachts studying their reflections in black glass
Subject(s): Home; Nostalgia


NEVER PLOTTED, NEVER PROVIDED WITH THEIR PROPER METRE       
Last Line: Is as fresh as the salt wind that comes off its lines


NEW CREATURES       
First Line: New creatures ease from earth, nostrils nibbling air
Last Line: Over the headland's sphinx, for balance and justice


NEW WORLD       
First Line: Then after eden %was there one surprise?


NIGHT FISHING       
First Line: Line, trawl for each word


NIGHTS IN THE GARDENS OF PORT OF SPAIN    Poem Text    
First Line: Night, our black summer, simplifies her smells
Subject(s): Trinidad And Tobago


NIGHTS IN THE GARDENS OF PORT OF SPAIN       
First Line: Night, our black summer, simplifies her smells
Last Line: As daylight breaks the coolie turns his tumbril %of hacked, beheaded coconuts towards home
Subject(s): Trinidad And Tobago


NN A GREEN NIGHT       
First Line: The orange tree, in various light


NORTH AND SOUTH       
First Line: Now, at the rising of venus - the steady star


NOT THE HORNED HEAD       
First Line: Not the horned head, the beaked visor, the threshing vans
Last Line: Only a flute in the head, the note of a ground-dove calling


OCEANO NOX       
First Line: What sort of moon will float up through the almonds


ODDJOB, A BULL TERRIER       
First Line: You prepare for one sorrow


OLD NEW ENGLAND       
First Line: Black clippers, tarred with whales' blood, fold their sails


OMEROS, SELS.       


ORIENT AND IMMORTAL WHEAT       
First Line: Nature seemed monstrous to his thirteen years


ORIGINS    Poem Text     Recitation by Author
First Line: The flowering breaker detonates its surf]
Subject(s): Columbus, Christopher (1451-1506); America - Exploration


ORIGINS       
First Line: The flowering breaker detonates the surf


OVER COLORADO    Poem Text    
First Line: When whitman's beard unrolled like the pacific
Last Line: Painting your leaves of grass
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Whitman, Walt (1819-1891)


OVER COLORADO       
First Line: When whitman's beard unrolled like the pacific
Last Line: Or why I see only this %through those democratic vistas %parting your leaves of grass
Subject(s): Poetry And Poets; Whitman, Walt (1819-1891)


PARADES, PARADES       
First Line: There's the wide desert, but no one marches


PARANG       
First Line: Man, I suck me tooth when I hear


PARANG: 1. CHRISTMAS EVE    Poem Text    
First Line: Can you genuinely claim these, and do they reclaim you
Last Line: Or tears that glint on night's face for every island
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


PARANG: 1. CHRISTMAS EVE       
First Line: Can you genuinely claim these, and do they reclaim you
Last Line: Or tears that glint on night's face for every island
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


PARANG: 2    Poem Text    
First Line: Days change, the sunlight goes, then it returns, and wearily
Last Line: That elate dissolution which goes beyond happiness
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


PARANG: 2       
First Line: Days change, the sunlight goes, then it returns, and wearily
Last Line: That elate dissolution which goes beyond happiness
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


PARANG: 3    Poem Text    
First Line: Remember childhood? Remember a faraway rain
Last Line: Of la divina pastora, and a life of incredible errors
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


PARANG: 3       
First Line: Remember childhood? Remember a faraway rain
Last Line: Of la divina pastora, and a life of incredible errors
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


PENTECOST       
First Line: Better a jungle in the head


PHRASES OF A PATOIS ROOTED IN THIS CLAY HILLSIDE       
Last Line: Then the dead, even in their silence, may still be breathing


PIANO PRACTICE       
First Line: April, in another fortnight, metropolitan april


POCOMANIA       
First Line: De shepherd shrieves in egyptian light


POETRY AND PRAYER       
First Line: There are some things people avoid saying in interviews because
Last Line: Lieving it is a vocation, a religious vocation


POLISH RIDER       
First Line: The grey horse, death, in profile bears the young titus
Last Line: The immortal image holds its murderer %in a clear gaze for the next age to read


POLONAISE       
First Line: Acres of synonymous lights, black battery cells


PRAISE TO THE RAIN    Poem Text    
First Line: Praise to the rain, eraser ofr picnics, praise the grey cloud
Subject(s): Rain


PRAISE TO THE RAIN       
First Line: Praise to the rain, eraser ofr picnics, praise the grey cloud
Last Line: Of the peaks of power, princes, and mountain slopes
Subject(s): Rain


PREPARING FOR EXILE       
First Line: Why do I imagine the death of mandelstam


PRIVATE JOURNAL    Poem Text    
First Line: We started from places that saw no gay carracks wrecked
Last Line: Freedom from, not of, thought
Subject(s): Schools; Childhood Memories


PROPERTIUS QUARTET       
First Line: Sextus propertius saw his charred cynthia rise


RETURN TO D'ENNERY; RAIN       
First Line: Imprisoned in these wires of rain, I watch


RIVERS       
First Line: They roll as deaf as logs through foliage swollen
Last Line: Deaths that cannot discolour the great sea


ROMAN PEACE       
First Line: Declining fast as the leaves in germania's forest


ROSEAU VALLEY       
First Line: A shoveful of blackbirds


RUINS OF A GREAT HOUSE       
First Line: Stones only, the disjecta membra of this great house
Last Line: As well as if a manor of thy friend's


SABBATHS, W.I.       
First Line: Those villages stricken with the melancholia of sunday


SADDHU OF COUVA       
First Line: When sunset, a brass gong %vibrate through couva


SAFE CONDUCT       
First Line: Rilke was whirled into heaven


SAINE LUCIE       
First Line: Laborie, choiseul, vieuxfort, dennery %from these sun-bleached villages


SAINT LUCIA'S FIRST COMMUNION       
First Line: At dusk, on the edge of the asphalt's worn-out ribbon


SALSA       
First Line: The morro has one eye, a slit


SANTA ANA CRUZ QUARTET: 1       
First Line: Races, in this rich valley, inevitably took root
Last Line: Their history dimmed and vanished into fiction
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


SANTA ANA CRUZ QUARTET: 2       
First Line: Let these lines shine like the rain's wires through santa cruz
Last Line: And my peace in the place for whatever time is allowed
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


SANTA ANA CRUZ QUARTET: 3       
First Line: The junction. Divina pastora. Napkin clouds over jean's
Last Line: Into the myth of a heaven that gradually pardons
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


SANTA ANA CRUZ QUARTET: 4       
First Line: Stand on the star-riddled lawn, then, its iron wet
Last Line: Hidden under small clouds whose shadows predict their shapes
Subject(s): Saint Lucia (caribbean Island)


SCHOONER FLIGHT       
First Line: In idle august, while the sea soft
Last Line: Shabine sang to you from the depths of the sea
Subject(s): Sea Voyages; West Indies


SEA CANES    Poem Text    
First Line: Half my friends are dead
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


SEA CANES       
First Line: Half my friends are dead
Last Line: Brings those we love before us, as they were, %with faults and all, not nobler, just there
Subject(s): Death


SEA GRAPES       
First Line: That sail which leans on light


SEA IS HISTORY       
First Line: Where are your monuments, your battles, your martyrs?
Last Line: Like a rumour without any echo %of history, really beginning


SEA SHOULD HAVE SETTLED HIM, BUT ITS NOISE IS NO HELP       
Last Line: And shawled women watching the fading of the stars


SEA-CHANTEY       
First Line: Anguilla, adina %antigua, cannelles
Last Line: The amen of calm waters
Subject(s): West Indies


SEASHELL       
First Line: This seashell is an ocean cove
Last Line: Of the sea are really true


SEASON OF PHANTASMAL PEACE       
First Line: Then all the nations of birds lifted together
Last Line: But, for such as our earth is now, it lasted long
Subject(s): Birds


SELF PORTRAIT       
First Line: The loneliness of van gogh


SHE RETURNS TO HER ROLE AS A SEAGULL. THE WIND       
Last Line: Than the years when she spread her wings wide for his pen


SIGNS: 1       
First Line: Europe fulfilled its silhouette in the nineteenth century
Last Line: To the smoke that plumes from distant chimney stacks


SIGNS: 2       
First Line: Far from streets seething like novels with the century's sorrow
Last Line: That are streaked with soot in wet cobbles and eaves


SIGNS: 3       
First Line: The cobbles huddle like shorn heads, gables are leaning
Last Line: That forbade graven images makes indifferent sense


SIGNS: 4       
First Line: That cloud was europe, dissolving past the thorn branches
Last Line: Walls riddled with bullet-holes that, like cotton-wool, close


SIX FICTIONS: 1       
First Line: This is the first fiction: the biblical plague of dragonflies
Last Line: Grenade-eyed and dragonish; neither science nor fiction


SIX FICTIONS: 2       
First Line: He believed the pain of exile would have passed
Last Line: Remembering the hills of the island as it gets dark


SIX FICTIONS: 3       
First Line: He carried his tenebrous thoughts in and out of shadows
Last Line: Then a small crowd of hopping, opening vultures and the speckled hyenas


SIX FICTIONS: 4       
First Line: He endured a purgatorial november, but one
Last Line: Behind fences, the fog thicken, but beyond them was the good island


SIX FICTIONS: 5       
First Line: He could hear the dogs in the distance, and their baying
Last Line: And kind dogs came to the gate jostling for his voice


SIX FICTIONS: 6/MANET IN MARTINIQUE       
First Line: The teak plant was as stiff as rubber near the iron railing
Last Line: Unsheathed from her marble foot, a red satin slipper


SPAIN 3. READNG MACHADO    Poem Text    
First Line: The barren frangipani branches uncurl their sweet threat
Last Line: All inferences, all echoes, associations
Subject(s): Machado, Antonio (1875-1939)


SPAIN: 1    Poem Text    
First Line: Near our ochre pastures with real bulls, your clay one
Last Line: Along iron gorges whose springs glitter like knives
Subject(s): Spain


SPAIN: 1       
First Line: Near our ochre pastures with real bulls, your clay one
Last Line: Along iron gorges whose springs glitter like knives
Subject(s): Spain


SPAIN: 2. GRANADA    Poem Text    
First Line: Red earth and raw, the olive clumps olive and silver
Last Line: From the cypresses, the mountains, the olives turning silver?
Subject(s): Granada, Spain; Olive Trees And Olives


SPAIN: 2. GRANADA       
First Line: Red earth and raw, the olive clumps olive and silver
Last Line: From the cypresses, the mountains, the olives turning silver
Subject(s): Granada, Spain; Olive Trees And Olives


SPAIN: 3. READING MACHADO       
First Line: The barren frangipani branches uncurl their sweet threat
Last Line: All inferences, all echoes, associations


SPAIN: 4    Poem Text    
First Line: Storks, ravens, cranes, what do these disparate auguries mean
Last Line: From nerve-strings and arteries, and cloud-pages close in amen
Subject(s): Spain


SPAIN: 4       
First Line: Storks, ravens, cranes, what do these disparate auguries mean
Last Line: From nerve-strings and arteries, and cloud-pages close in amen
Subject(s): Spain


SPOILER'S RETURN       
First Line: I sit high on this bridge in lventille


STAR       
First Line: If, in the light of things, you fade
Last Line: With the passion of %plain day


STAR-APPLE KINGDOM       
First Line: There were still shards of an ancient pastoral


STEAM       
First Line: Shawled women shoosh black rooks from a


STORM FIGURE       
First Line: The nineteenth century, like a hurricane lamp


STREAMS       
First Line: Whenever the sunlit rain


SUBLIME ALWAYS BEGINS WITH CHAORD 'AND I SAW'       
Last Line: Let it be written: the dark days also I have praised


SUMMER ELEGIES: 1       
First Line: Cynthia, the things we did


SUMMER ELEGIES: 2       
First Line: Nothing hurts so much as the word 'california.'


SUNDAY IN THE OLD REPUBLIC       
First Line: Where a cathedral shows


SUNDAY LEMONS       
First Line: Desolate lemons, hold


SUNDAYS       
First Line: This is fame: sundays
Variant Title(s): Fam


SWAMP       
First Line: Gnawing the highway's edges, its black mouth


TALES OF THE ISLAND: 1. LA RIVIERE DOREE       
First Line: The marl white road, the doree rushing cool
Last Line: Rolled in the spray as I strolled upon the beach


TALES OF THE ISLAND: 10. 'ADIEU FOULARD.'       
First Line: I watched the island narrowing the fine
Last Line: When we set sail down at seawell it had rained


TALES OF THE ISLAND: 2. 'QU'UN SANG IMPUR.'       
First Line: Cosimo de chretien controlled a boardinghouse
Last Line: Peering from balconies for his tragic twist


TALES OF THE ISLAND: 3. LA BELLE QUI FUT       
First Line: Miss rossingol lived in the lazaretto
Last Line: Whose pride had paupered beauty to this witch %who was so fine once, whose were so soft


TALES OF THE ISLAND: 4. 'DANCE OF DEATH.'       
First Line: Outside I said, 'he's a damned epileptic.'
Last Line: Don't worry, kid, the wages of sin is birth


TALES OF THE ISLAND: 5. 'MOEURS ANCIENNES.'       
First Line: The fete took place one morning in the heights
Last Line: Great stuff, old boy; sacrifice, moments of truth


TALES OF THE ISLAND: 6       
First Line: Poopa, da' was a fete! I mean it had
Last Line: But that was long before this jump and jive


TALES OF THE ISLAND: 7. LOTUS EATER       
First Line: Maingot,' the fisherman called the pool blocked by
Last Line: He shook himself. Must breed, drink, rot with motion


TALES OF THE ISLAND: 8       
First Line: In the hotel miranda, 10 grass st., who fought %the falangists
Last Line: Above the children's street cries, a girl plays %a marching song not often sung these days


TALES OF THE ISLAND: 9. 'LE LOUPGAROU.'       
First Line: A curious tale that threaded through the town
Last Line: With blood back to its doorstep, almost dead


TARPON       
First Line: At cedros, thudding the dead sand


THANKSGIVING       
First Line: Miraculous as when a small cloud of cabbage-whites
Last Line: On my island road, the sea's scales stuttering in the sun


THE ALMOND TREES    Poem Text    
First Line: There's nothing here / this early
Subject(s): Environment; Trees; Environmental Protection; Ecology; Conservation


THE BOUNTY: 1    Poem Text    
First Line: Between the vision of the tourist board and the true
Subject(s): Mothers


THE BOUNTY: 2    Poem Text    
First Line: There on the beach, in the desert, lies the dark well
Subject(s): Mothers


THE BOUNTY: 3    Poem Text    
First Line: Bounty! / in the bells of tree-frogs with their steady clamour
Subject(s): Mothers


THE BOUNTY: 4    Poem Text    
First Line: But can she or can she not read this? Can you read this
Subject(s): Mothers


THE FISHERMEN ROWING HOWEWARD    Poem Text    
First Line: The fishermen rowing homeward in the dusk
Last Line: Hearing small rumors of paddlers drowned near stars
Subject(s): Fish & Fishing


THE FIST    Poem Text    
First Line: The fist clenched round my heart
Subject(s): Love


THE GLORY TRUMPETER    Poem Text    
First Line: Old eddie's face, wrinkled with river lights
Subject(s): African Americans - Song And Music; Jazz; Music & Musicians


THE GULF    Poem Text    
First Line: The airport coffee tastes less of america
Subject(s): Air Travel; Texas; United States; America


THE HOTEL NORMANDIE POOL    Poem Text    
First Line: Around the cold pool in the metal light
Subject(s): Blacks - History; Holidays; Middle Age; New Year


THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD    Poem Text    
First Line: Marley was rocking on the transport's stereo
Subject(s): Marley, Robert Nesta (bob) (1945-1981)


THE LIGHTHOUSE    Poem Text    
First Line: Under his photographer's shroud
Last Line: Uncontradictable truth.
Subject(s): Lighthouses


THE SCHOONER FLIGHT    Poem Text    
First Line: In idle august, while the sea soft
Subject(s): Sea Voyages; West Indies; Caribbean Islands


THE SEASON OF PHANTASMAL PEACE    Poem Text    
First Line: Then all the nations of birds lifted together
Subject(s): Birds


THEN, AS IF THE EARTH'S WICK WERE BEING LOWERED       
Last Line: Where you stand like an exclamation on a page of white ground


THERE IS NOTHING EXCEPT THE SUN AT THE END OF THE STREET       
Last Line: Of its wings and vanishes across the wild garden


THESE LINES THAT I WRITE NOW, THAT LACK SALT AND MOTION       
First Line: These lines that I write now, that lack salt and motion
Last Line: At the wide and chafing foam-fringed altar-cloth


THREE MAGICIANS       
First Line: Once christmas coming


TO NORLINE       
First Line: This beach will remain empty


TO RECEDE LIKE A SNAIL       
First Line: To recede like a snail flattening its enquiring horns
Last Line: As spray shatters against an indifferent boulder


TO RETURN TO THE TREES       
First Line: Senex, an oak %senex, this old sea-almond


TOMORROW, TOMORROW       
First Line: I remember the cities I have never seen


TWO POEMS ON THE PASSING OF AN EMPIRE: 1       
First Line: A heron flies across the morning marsh and brakes


TWO POEMS ON THE PASSING OF AN EMPIRE: 2       
First Line: In the small coffin of his house, the pensioner


UPSTATE    Poem Text    
First Line: A knife blade of cold air keeps prying
Subject(s): Alienation (social Psychology); Dissenters; Exiles; Marginality, Social; Estrangement; Outcasts


UPSTATE       
First Line: A knife blade of cold air keeps prying
Subject(s): Alienation (social Psychology); Dissenters; Exiles; Marginality, Social


VERANDA       
First Line: Grey apparitions at veranda ends
Last Line: In a child's coffin


VI    Poem Text    
First Line: Midsummer stretches beside me with its cat's yawn.
Subject(s): City & Town Life


VILLA RESTAURANT       
First Line: That terra-cotta waitress


VILLAGE LIFE       
First Line: Through the wide, grey loft window


VOLCANO    Poem Text    
First Line: Joyce was afraid of thunder,
Subject(s): Joyce, James (1882-1941); Death; Dead, The


VOLCANO       
First Line: Joyce was afraid of thunder


WALES       
First Line: Those white flecks cropping up the ridges of snowdon
Subject(s): Wales


WALK       
First Line: After hard rain the eaves repeat their beads


WATTEAU    Poem Text    
First Line: The amber spray of trees feather-brushed
Last Line: An empty chair echoing the emptiness
Subject(s): Watteau, Antoine (1684-1721)


WATTEAU, SELS.       
First Line: Nothing stays green
Last Line: Of elephantine vegetation in baudelaire
Subject(s): Art And Artists; Paintings And Painters; Watteau, Antoine (1684-1721)


WHAT IS THIS VIRULENCE       
First Line: What is this virulence that eats at the cloth of the altar
Last Line: Which your red mouth is part of now, with its loud, easy laughter


WHELK GATHERERS       
First Line: Since hairy nettle, forked mandrake, and malign


WHITE MAGIC       
First Line: The gens-gagee kicks off her wrinkled skin


WINDING UP       
First Line: I love on the water
Last Line: And harder than what passes there for life


WINTER LAMPS       
First Line: Are they earlier, these %days without afternoons


XLII       
First Line: Chicago's avenues, as white as poland.
Last Line: Who slaps the snow from his sides and turns away as, %in lance-like birches, the horde's ponies whin
Variant Title(s): Midsummer: 4


YOUNG POETS       
First Line: I teach classes, and most of the young writers have never had any
Last Line: Young poets, who are taught this as almost an american law


YOUNG WIFE       
First Line: Make all your sorrow neat