Derek Walcott

Rookie (23 January 1930 / Castries / St Lucia)

Midsummer, Tobago - Poem by Derek Walcott

Broad sun-stoned beaches.

White heat.
A green river.

A bridge,
scorched yellow palms

from the summer-sleeping house
drowsing through August.

Days I have held,
days I have lost,

days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.


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  • Robert Murray Smith (1/11/2018 11:40:00 PM)


    A beautiful poem absolutely exquisite. (Report) Reply

  • (12/15/2017 9:34:00 AM)


    I love the depth of his beautiful words.I love his optimism,and his words. (Report) Reply

  • Aya Sungaaskert (11/19/2017 7:51:00 AM)


    Days that I held
    Days that I lost...Love this lines. sublime poem
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  • (2/15/2016 3:19:00 PM)


    .........mid-summer is always a wonderful time ★ (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2015 2:05:00 PM)


    He's writing about growing old on St. Lucia, a Caribbean paradise.... All by itself, that is incredibly beautiful to ponder. Yellow scorched palms and white heat aren't attempts to wax poetically or to give some ethereal meaning to color as much as they are markers, intended to put the readers mind on that beach and in that beach house during sweltering afternoon naps. And that's right where it put me. Beautiful poem, and the poet is quite aware of his blessings, to which he includes daughters... (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2015 9:08:00 AM)


    Odd. Mostly I enjoy the psychology of colors and what they trigger your mind to think. (Report) Reply

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (3/31/2015 2:16:00 AM)


    Ornamentation with colorful vibrants make me stunned to thread the thought of poet. When daughter the word appeared at catastrophe understood the universal lines.....
    Days I have held,
    days I have lost, ...................................Excellent indeed.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 19, 2011


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