Derek Walcott was a Saint Lucian poet. He also worked as a playwright and won the 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature, becoming only the second Caribbean writer to win the award. His most important work is the epic poem, ‘Omeros,’ published in 1990, which features many characters from Homer’s Iliad. He was granted a MacArthur “genius” grant and the Queen’s Medal for Poetry.
‘Sea Canes’ by Derek Walcott is a beautiful and deeply sad poem about loss. It uses the natural world to imply that there are ways to feel close to those one has lost again.
Half my friends are dead.
I will make you new ones, said earth.
No, give me them back, as they were, instead,
‘Parades, Parades’ by Derek Walcott is an interesting, allusion-filled poem that discusses Saint Lucia after the end of British colonial rule.
There's the wide desert, but no one marches
except in the pads of old caravans,
there is the ocean, but the keels incise
the precise, old parallels,
‘Oddjob, a Bull Terrier’ by Derek Walcott is a thoughtful, emotional poem about loss and how unbearable the death of a pet can be.
You prepare for one sorrow,
but another comes.
It is not like the weather,
you cannot brace yourself,
‘The Wind in the Dooryard’ by Derek Walcott was written after the death of Eric Roach, a well-respected poet who died by suicide in 1974. This poem is dedicated to his life and work.
I didn't want this poem to come
from the torn mouth,
I didn't want this poem to come
from his salt body,
Derek Walcott’s ‘Ruins of a Great House’ combines themes of historical and cultural abuse with factual reasoning and literary references to bring together a massive emotional conflict in the Speaker’s perception.
Stones only, the disjecta membra of this Great House,
Whose moth-like girls are mixed with candledust,
Remain to file the lizard’s dragonish claws.
‘Lampfall’ by Derek Walcott dives deep into an investigation of thought, dreaming, community and connection while also implying that nature and thought are more meaningful than development.
Closest at lampfall
Like children, like the moth-flame metaphor,
The Coleman's humming jet at the sea's edge
‘The Flock’ is a poem that meditates on the cyclical nature of time and the passage of the seasons. Through vivid imagery and a somber tone, the poet reflects on the inevitability of winter’s end, the unchanging nature of the world, and his own place within this cycle of time.
The grip of winter tightening, its thinned
volleys of blue-wing teal and mallard fly
from the longbows of reeds bent by the wind,
arrows of yearning for our different sky.
‘Love After Love’ by Derek Walcott is a poem, that is presented in the form of a person offering advice to someone who is distressed.
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
‘After the Storm’ narrates Shabine’s journey of finding his own self through personal crisis in the wake of a turbulent sea-voyage
There’s a fresh light that follows a storm
while the whole sea still havoc; in its bright wake
I saw the veiled face of Maria Concepcion
marrying the ocean, then drifting away
‘The Almond Trees’ By Derek Walcott is a confessional poem about identity, history, and cultural identity.
There's nothing here
this early;
cold sand
cold churning ocean, the Atlantic,
no visible history,
Derek Walcott’s poem ‘The Virgins’ gives a holistic view of the life, economy, and culture of one of the Virgin Islands of the US, Saint Croix.
Down the dead streets of sun-stoned Frederiksted,
the first free port to die for tourism,
strolling at funeral pace, I am reminded
of life not lost to the American dream;
‘Sabbaths, W.I.’ by Derek Walcott speaks about the rhythm and values of the Caribbean world and how uniquely it contrasts with the liveliness of cities.
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday,
in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping
those volcanoes like ashen roses, or the incurable sore
Walcott uses the memory of his father and grandfather to trace the generational impact of colonialism on the Caribbean landscape.
Frail, ghostly loungers at verandah ends,
busher, ramrod colon,
your age in ashes,
its coherence gone,
‘Forest of Europe’ dissects the burden writers have, and their duty to the public to write the truth.
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano
and left their ovals echoing in the ear;
with gawky music stands, the winter forest
‘A Careful Passion’ depicts a farewell between lovers at a seaside café, where they face the reality of losing the love they once shared.
The Cruise Inn, at the city’s edge,
Extends a breezy prospect of the sea
From tables fixed like islands near a hedge
Of foam-white flowers, and to deaden thought