So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky of this black August. My sister, the sun, broods in her yellow room and won't come out. Everything goes to hell; the mountains fume like a kettle, rivers overrun; still, she will not rise and turn off the rain. She is in her roo...
>From the parched river or beast-teeming plain. The violence of beast on beast is read As natural law, but upright man Seeks his divinity by inflicting pain. Delirious as these worried beasts, his wars Dance to the tightened carcass of a drum, While he calls courage still that native drea...
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II.2. Derek Walcott's "Collected Poems 1948-1984": From Midsummer: XIV III. Walcott as a painter and the "Facets of Traveling" IV. Conclusion V. Works Cited Zielsetzung und Themenschwerpunkte (Objectives and Key Themes) This text provides a comprehensive analysis of the use of nature image...
The book / poetry collection: ” White Egrets “was published in2010, when thepoet Derek Walcottwas 80 years old. Below you can read thepoem by Derek Walcott: “White egrets”, with originalenglishtext. In the menu above or to the side you can find the text of thepoem by Derek Walcott...
The poem ” Winding Up “by Derek Walcott, published in hisbook «Sea Grapes»in1976, explores themes of solitude and reflection on life. Derek Walcott in poem “Winding Up” describeshis life as a man who lives on the water, without family or other distractions, and who has navigated...
Coral by Derek Walcott - This coral's hape ecohes the hand It hollowed. Its Immediate absence is heavy. As pumice, As your breast in my cupp
摘要: Speaking here is a young Antillean artist, in a poem by Derek Walcott (1930), a writer from the island of Saint Lucia. The desire to identify with Van Gogh is a theme from Walcott's own past: originally he wanted to be a painter. Together with a friend, he decided to depict...
Vincent van Gogh and Barack Obama in a Poem by Derek WalcottThijs Weststeijn
A Far Cry From Africa Poem by Derek WalcottA Far Cry From Africa Rating: ★3.4 Autoplay A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. Corpses are scattered through a paradise. Only the worm, colonel of carrion, cries: ...