Remembering Derek Walcott
An unpublished poem from my archives on this sad day. Upon Reading Tiepolo’s Hound for Derek Walcott A pen trembled above a tea-stained page. A brush climbed couplets laid out in paint : Tahiti, St. Thomas, St. Lucia, a lineage hovered en plein air like ghosts or faint cloud wisps above the turning, turning sea. Read More …