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The bounty

Author: Derek Walcott
Publisher: New York : Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1997.
Edition/Format:   Book : English : 1st edView all editions and formats
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The Bounty opens with the title poem, a memorable elegy to Walcott's mother. It also contains a haunting series of poems evoking the poet's native ground, the island of St. Lucia.
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Genre/Form: Poetry
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Document Type: Book
All Authors / Contributors: Derek Walcott
ISBN: 0374115567 9780374115562
OCLC Number: 35128108
Description: 78 pages ; 21 cm
Contents: The Bounty --
I cannot remember the name of that seacoast city --
Signs --
Then, as if the earth's wick were being lowered --
Thanksgiving --
Miraculous as when a small cloud of cabbage-whites --
Parang --
It depends on how you look at the cream church on the cliff --
It is low tide, so the reef evolves into islands --
Homecoming --
To recede like a snail flattening its enquiring horns --
New creatures ease from earth, nostrils nibbling air --
The feel of the village in the afternoon heat, a torpor --
There is nothing except the sun at the end of the street --
The phrases of a patois rooted in this clay hillside --
Never get used to this; the feathery, swaying casuarinas --
Great bursts of exaltation crest the white breaker --
Spain --
Down shortcuts like wounds in the hills, into estate kitchens --
Not the horned head, the beaked visor, the threshing vans --
What is this virulence that eats at the cloth of the altar --
The bamboo stands ready as an army with its plumed banners --
Six Fictions --
I am considering a syntax the colour of slate --
I saw stones that shone with stoniness, I saw thorns --
Alphaeus Prince. What a name! He was one of the Princes --
These lines that I write now, that lack salt and motion --
The sublime always begins with the chord "And then I saw," --
Praise to the rain, eraser of picnics, praise the grey cloud --
Awaking to gratitude in this generous Eden --
If these were islands made from mythologies where --
The sea should have settled him, but its noise is no help --
Italian Eclogues --
She returns to her role as a seagull. The wind --
A Santa Cruz Quartet --
At the end of this line there is an opening door --
Never plotted, never provided with their proper metre --
In late-afternoon light the tops of the breadfruit leaves --
After the plague, the city-wall caked with flies, the smoke's amnesia.
Responsibility: Derek Walcott.

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The Bounty opens with the title poem, a memorable elegy to Walcott's mother. It also contains a haunting series of poems evoking the poet's native ground, the island of St. Lucia.

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