Friday poem: 'Midsummer, Tobago'

25 August 2016

By Derek Walcott

Broad sun-stoned beaches.

White heat.
A green river.

A bridge,
scorched yellow palms

from the summer-sleeping house
drowsing through August.

Days I have held,
days I have lost,

days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms. 

From A Poem for Every Night of the Year, a beautiful collection of 366 poems compiled by Allie Esiri, one to share on every night of the year.

'The night will never stay,
    The night will still go by, 
Though with a million stars
    You pin it to the sky'
 
- Eleanor Farjeon
 
Find out more about the collection here

 

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