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White Egrets: Poems Paperback – March 15, 2011
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when speaking of poetry, there's always talk of the line. one from White Egrets chosen at random:
`hide her face in mist and the barred sun shrivel'
i remove my finger from the page and look up and see the line is from the poem, Epithalamium: The Rainy Season. an epithalamium is a wedding song, and the poem was written `For Stephanos and Heather', a couple who means nothing to me, but who must be very special to mr walcott for him to dedicate a poem to them. their wedding in a rainy season is captured in the one line i selected at random; the mist become veil and the sun shrivel the appearance as the folds created by the drape of the veil, as well as being an allusion to a shakespearean sonnet. any line by walcott would reveal as many gifts. as a reader i am honored to be recipient of his poems, several of them, like White Egrets, for and in memory of his friends, like the joseph of white egrets, his good friend and fellow nobel laureate holder, joseph brodsky.Read more ›
(for like and kind). Maybe it's caused by any growth made while
the slaps were sent, received, that a sense of the sort
beyond greatness in the work of this very fallible is met.
Mind these not. From your sitting stand, read and decide.
But for me, reading Mr. Walcott here in his humble (however got)
honest, has set revelation lengths ahead of ego its foe,
and caused what is post below.
Be a man of projects. - Scribe Ani
In double harness, wonder a plague,
he crossed the threshold of eighty and asked,
three years back in his Sea-Change,
whether he (and at himself he laughed)
would become Superman at seventy-seven.
Body, ship of state to rend and break;
closed for repair, rest, nutrition,
and the ancient's second medicine, exercise
award greatness the wreath and dodge of attack.
Each hand captains their driving vessel,
Nestor in the cart with Diomedes at a hundred.
All who on this eye, mouth planet, walked, stooped,
hewed, and drove from before Abram through
to a fighter in New York or a diver in Japan.
`must do more than when they were young,'
I think of those two Athenians, in (their) Politeias
who quote another:
"When a man no longer has to work for a living,
he should practice excellence."
"Eat less and leap more," Rabelais has
the peasant ass say to the dandy, court horse.
And my own tall sire only gave in when stranded,
garage-less in his Purgatory at eighty,
final sleep coming six to seven years on,
and still more man than many.
A superman at eighty? Life puts legs to it!
© Copyright 2010 (17 April-03 June) Joseph Duvernay
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Its so rare that someone could have you captivated in poetry, well for me anyways! Guys, you have to read this, its really, i mean reallllllllly good.Published on May 15, 2014 by Gee
Amazing verses written when the author was almost 80, almost 20 years after his well-deserved Nobel prize! Impeccable rhyming that isn't apparent until you look for it.Published on August 6, 2013 by Ed
I flip through this book on most frustrating days.
Tearfully positive and the power of the positivity moistures my dry-cracked abyss of the day.
Its just an insanely well written set of poems that transports you to the place, wherever that maybe, the grind, the touch and the the feelings in that moment. Superb!Published on July 20, 2011 by Charles Agboh