tableau vivant

August 7, 2006

Earth – Derek Walcott

Filed under: Poetry — by cerene @ 7:49 am

    Let the day grow on you upward
    through your feet,
    the vegetal knuckles,

    to your knees of stone,
    until by evening you are a black tree;
    feel, with evening,

    the swifts thicken your hair,
    the new moon rising out of your forehead,
    and the moonlit veins of silver

    running from your armpits
    like rivulets under white leaves.
    Sleep, as ants

    cross over your eyelids.
    You have never possessed anything
    as deeply as this.

    This is all you have owned
    from the first outcry
    through forever;

    you can never be dispossessed.


  1. Fantastic. Derek is my current favourite. And ‘Love after love’ (?) is my favourite poem.

    Comment by Tapas — August 24, 2006 @ 1:37 pm |Reply

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