Poems about islands capture the allure and mystique of these isolated paradises. These verses paint picturesque landscapes, bringing into the reader’s mind the beauty of secluded shores, lush forests, and turquoise waters.
Islands often serve as symbols of escape, freedom, and self-discovery, inviting readers to seek solace and introspection away from the world’s noise. These poems may also explore themes of isolation, both physical and emotional, and the journey to find belonging and connection. Through the lens of islands, poets transport readers to idyllic settings where dreams and realities converge.
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;
A. A. Milne’s ‘The Island’ presents the speaker’s desire to land on a distant island, from where he overlooks the sea like a king.
If I had a ship,
I’d sail my ship,
I’d sail my ship
Through Eastern seas
‘Cetacean’ by Peter Reading describes a speaker’s whale watching experience and the overall grace of the blue whales he observed.
Out of Fisherman’s Wharf, San Francisco, Sunday, early,
our vessel, bow to stern, some sixty-three feet,
to observe Blue Whales -and we did, off the Farallones.
They were swimming slowly, and rose at a shallow angle
‘A Night on the Island’ by Pablo Neruda is a lyric poem about intimacy between partners in a romantic relationship.
The whole night long I have slept with you
next to the sea, on the island.
You were wild and gentle between pleasure and dreams,
between fire and water.
‘Circe’ by Hilda Doolittle is a poem that gives voice to Circe, a goddess and master of magical enchantments. Despite her power, she laments that she cannot control love.
It was easy enough
to bend them to my wish,
it was easy enough
to alter them with a touch,
‘Island Man’ contrasts tranquil island life with London’s urban rush, highlighting a deep yearning for simplicity.
Morning
And Island man wakes up
To the sound of blue surf
In his head
‘If You Forget Me’ speaks directly to the speaker’s lover, warning her what will happen if she falls out of love with him.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
‘Odysseus to Telemachus’ by Joseph Brodsky is told from the perspective of the epic hero, Odysseus, while he is stranded on Circe’s island.
My dear Telemachus, The Trojan War is over now; I don't recall who won it. The Greeks, no doubt, for only they would leave
‘Sea Grapes’ by Derek Walcott is a deep and interesting poem. In it, Walcott uses numerous allusions to convey a message about choosing between lust and responsibility.
That sail which leans on light,
tired of islands,
a schooner beating up the Caribbean
‘Look, Stranger’ by W. H. Auden captures the beauty of a moment observed by the speaker and reveals the very human desire to commit it to memory.
Look, stranger, on this island now
The leaping light for your delight discovers,
Stand stable here
And silent be,
Robert Service visits the fantasy of living alone on an island in ‘Atoll,’ and depicts it as an experience both unique and unsettling.
The woes of men beyond my ken
Mean nothing more to me.
Behold my world, and Eden hurled
From Heaven to the Sea;
‘Homecoming: Anse La Raye’ by Derek Walcott is a complex and interesting poem about when a homecoming doesn’t feel like coming home. It is rich with allusions and connections to Walcott’s real-life experience.
Whatever else we learned
at school, like solemn Afro-Gods eager for grades,
of Helen and the shades
of borrowed ancestors,
‘In Her Splendor Islanded’ by Octavio Paz describes a woman through various images of water and land that are separated from the rest of the world.
‘Ithaca’ explores longing and disillusionment, contrasting the hope of return with the harsh reality of unreciprocated love.
And when I returned, I pulled off my stiff and salty sailor’s clothes,
slipped on the dress of the girl I was,
and slid overboard.
A mile from Ithaca, I anchored the boat.
Walcott’s ‘Names’ probes identity and colonialism’s scars, exploring the struggle for self-definition in a post-colonial Caribbean.
My race began as the sea began,
with no nouns, and with no horizon,
with pebbles under my tongue,
with a different fix on the stars.