“For every poet it is always morning in the world. History a forgotten, insomniac night; History and elemental awe are always our early beginning, because the fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world, in spite of History.”— Saint Lucian poet and playwright Derek Walcott (1930-2017), “Nobel Prize Lecture,” December 7, 1992
(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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