“In the middle of the
harbor
A fish breaks the Sabbath
With a silvery leap.
The scales fall from him
In a tinkle of church bells;
The town streets are orange
With the week-ripened sunlight,
Balanced on the bowsprit
A young sailor is playing
His grandfather’s chantey
On a trembling mouth organ.”— Saint Lucian poet and playwright—and Nobel Literature laureate—Derek Walcott (1930-2017), “A Sea-Chantey,” in Collected Poems, 1948-1984 (1986)
A fish breaks the Sabbath
With a silvery leap.
The scales fall from him
In a tinkle of church bells;
The town streets are orange
With the week-ripened sunlight,
Balanced on the bowsprit
A young sailor is playing
His grandfather’s chantey
On a trembling mouth organ.”— Saint Lucian poet and playwright—and Nobel Literature laureate—Derek Walcott (1930-2017), “A Sea-Chantey,” in Collected Poems, 1948-1984 (1986)
(Picture of Derek Walcott
taken at his honorary dinner, Amsterdam, May 20, 2008; permission is granted by
Michiel van Kempen, secretary and treasurer of the Werkgroep Caraibische
Letteren, The Netherlands; by courtesy of the photographer Bert Nienhuis.)
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