Midsummer, Tobago
by Derek Walcott
Broad sun-stoned beaches.
White heat.
A green river.
A bridge,
scorched yellow palms
from the summer-sleeping house
drowsing through August.
Days I have held,
days I have lost,
days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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2 comments:
This is beautiful. Thank you, Sherry.
It's been hard to get to blogs but I'm trying to catch up.
i can only imagine. glad you are holding up. i thought about you when i found this.
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