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When you get a class reciting some great poems, it'll tear your heart out.
Derek Walcott
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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 truth is that the poems are ecstatic.
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The first thing we have to do is get rid of the pentameter. To ditch the pentameter.
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The voice does go up in a poem. It is an address, even if it is to oneself.
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The thing that is believed is a reality.
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When poems are no good they don't make any sense.
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We look and see what we see in a mirror, and we believe it. That's important, the question of belief. The question is: Should we believe what we see in a mirror?
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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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She's a rare vase, out of a cat's reach, on its shelf.
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Damn wind shift sudden as a woman mind.
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The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.
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The personal vocabulary, the individual melody whose metre is one's biography, joins in that sound, with any luck, and the body moves like a walking, a waking island.
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