poet Derek Walcott

Derek Walcott

#20 on top 500 poets

Coral

This coral's hape ecohes the hand
It hollowed. Its

Immediate absence is heavy. As pumice,
As your breast in my cupped palm.

Sea-cold, its nipple rasps like sand,
Its pores, like yours, shone with salt sweat.

Bodies in absence displace their weight,
And your smooth body, like none other,

Creates an exact absence like this stoneSet on a table with a whitening rack

Of souvenirs. It dares my hand
To claim what lovers' hands have never known:

The nature of the body of another.

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010
Poem Edited: Saturday, November 19, 2011

Rating Card

2,7 out of 5
35 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about Coral by Derek Walcott

  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (11/25/2015 1:20:00 PM)

    Isn't it amazing how words set together in a winsome manner can be so seductive?

    Report Reply
    13 person liked.
    0 person did not like.

Rating Card

2,7 out of 5
35 total ratings
rate this poem



What do you think this poem is about?