Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Itinerant Daughter Has Returned

The Acacia Trees

Derek Walcott


III

You see those breakers coming around Pigeon Island
bowing like nuns in a procession? One thing I know,
when you're gone like my other friends, not to Thailand
or Russia, but wherever it is loved friends go
with their different beliefs, who were like a flock
of seagulls leaving the mirror of the sand,
or a bittern passing lonely Barrel of Beef,
or the sails that an egret hoists leaving its rock;
I go down to the same sea by another road
with manchineel shadows and stunted sea grapes
dwarfed by the wind. I carry something to read:
the wind is bright and shadows race like grief,
I open their books and see their distant shapes
approaching and always arriving, their voices heard
in the page of a cloud, like the soft surf in my head.


please note: art by Linda Amundsen

5 comments:

  1. That's a truly haunting piece.

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  2. Good. Glad she is safe and sound...with marvelous memories of Greece I would assume!

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  3. I'm glad she's back with you. I'm sure she has some amazing tales to tell.

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  4. It's very beautiful the ilustration and your defense of nature.

    Thanks for your post

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)