Stunned heat of noon. In shade, tan, silken cows …
Derek Walcott
Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor, …
I …
At the end of this sentence, rain will begin. …
BOOK SIX …
That sail which leans on light, …
i …
The fist clenched round my heart …
Then all the nations of birds lifted together …
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral …