Thursday, July 17, 2008

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.
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2 comments:

Unknown said...

This is beautiful. Thank you, Sherry.

It's been hard to get to blogs but I'm trying to catch up.

4:22 PM
Sherry Pasquarello said...

i can only imagine. glad you are holding up. i thought about you when i found this.

5:03 PM

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