Derek Walcott

Rookie (23 January 1930 / Castries / St Lucia)

The Fist - Poem by Derek Walcott

The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved

past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.

Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 2, 2015



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