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She's a rare vase, out of a cat's reach, on its shelf.

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Derek Walcott
Age: 87 †
Born: 1930
Born: January 23
Died: 2017
Died: March 17
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Derek Alton Walcott
Sir Derek Alton Walcott
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The future happens. No matter how much we scream.
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Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor.
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Good science and good art are always about a condition of awe. I don't think there is any other function for the poet or the scientist in the human tribe but the astonishment of the soul.
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The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.
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The classics can console. But not enough.
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Damn wind shift sudden as a woman mind.
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Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.
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The thing that is believed is a reality.
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I have never separated the writing of poetry from prayer. I have grown up believing it is a vocation, a religious vocation.
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In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.
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