Derek Walcott
Castries / St Lucia
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The Bounty

[for Alix Walcott]
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Between the vision of the Tourist Board and the true
Paradise lies the desert where Isaiah's elations
force a rose from the sand. The thirty-third canto

cores the dawn clouds with concentric radiance,
the breadfruit opens its palms in praise of the bounty,
bois-pain, tree of bread, slave food, the bliss of John Clare,
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Monday, February 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: family
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