Often times, I attempt to condense the world onto the head of a pin. The following is such an endeavor: …fill the element with signatures of your own frequency, echo-surroundings, searches, probes, allurements, elver gleams in the dark of the whole sea. Seamus Heaney “Station Island” XII Each poet provides, whether explicitly or implicitly, a [...]
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An Introduction that Got Away
Posted in Derek Walcott, Poetry on November 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
