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Sabbaths, W.I.

by Derek Walcott

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
of poverty, around whose puckered mouth thin boys are
selling yellow sulphur stone

the burnt banana leaves that used to dance
the river whose bed is made of broken bottles
the cocoa grove where a bird whose cry sounds green and
yellow and in the lights under the leaves crested with
orange flame has forgotten its flute

gommiers peeling from sunburn still wrestling to escape the sea

the dead lizard turning blue as stone

those rivers, threads of spittle, that forgot the old music

that dry, brief esplanade under the drier sea almonds
where the dry old men sat

watching a white schooner stuck in the branches
and playing draughts with the moving frigate birds

those hillsides like broken pots

those ferns that stamped their skeletons on the skin

and those roads that begin reciting their names at vespers

mention them and they will stop
those crabs that were willing to let an epoch pass
those herons like spinsters that doubted their reflections
inquiring, inquiring

those nettles that waited
those Sundays, those Sundays

those Sundays when the lights at the road's end were an occasion

those Sundays when my mother lay on her back
those Sundays when the sisters gathered like white moths
round their street lantern

and cities passed us by on the horizon


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  Translations for this Poem
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 Italian  Portuguese  Korean  Russian
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  Poems by Derek Walcott
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  2. A Citys Death By Fire
  3. A Far Cry From Africa
  4. Blues
  5. Codicil
  6. Coral
  7. Dark August
  8. Egypt Tobago
  9. Forest Of Europe
  10. In The Virgins
  11. Koening Of The River
  12. Love After Love
  13. Midsummer Tobago
  14. Parang
  15. Pentecost
  16. RTSL 1917-1977
  17. Sabbaths WI
  18. The Saddhu Of Couva
  19. The Schooner Flight
  20. The Sea Is History
  21. The Star-Apple Kingdom
 
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