What lyrical, sensory, flowing poetry! This is what poetry should be- no wonder Derek Walcott won the Nobel Prize for literature. His highly evocative poems are full of his native island, St. Lucia, the rhythms of the sea and the people, his own angst and longing. Some feel even mythical. An example:
"She drags the tides and she hauls the heart by hawsers
stronger than any devotion, and she creates monsters
that have pulled god-settled heroes from their houses
and shawled women watching the fading of the stars."
"She drags the tides and she hauls the heart by hawsers
stronger than any devotion, and she creates monsters
that have pulled god-settled heroes from their houses
and shawled women watching the fading of the stars."
