Tag Archives: Derek Walcott

Cormorant Delivers Pentecostal Message

When it comes to hearing the Holy Spirit, Derek Walcott finds it easier in Trinidad than in Boston.

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Imagining Little Ocean’s Future

Looking for the literary significance of my latest grandchild, I turn to Walcott, Whitman, Masefield, Coleridge, and Byron. What emerges is a mystical seeker.

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No Calendar Except for this Bountiful Day

Derek Walcott’s elegy to his mother unexpectedly doubles as a Commencement poem.

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I Walk among the Rubbled Tales

To commemorate 9-11, I post Derek Walcott’s “A City’s Death by Fire,” written about another disaster. Walcott finds the hope of baptismal renewal amongst the destruction.

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Pentecost Flames, Fireflies’ Crooked Street

Walcott turns to his Caribbean childhood, spent in Santa Lucia and Trinidad, to find God. It is as though his mind must travel there because he is having trouble hearing God in the cities, with their cold streetlamps lining the regulated sidewalks.

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