Derek Walcott – Sea Grapes   Leave a comment

Derek Walcott reads his poem Sea Grapes

Sea Grapes

That sail which leans on light,
tired of islands,
a schooner beating up the Caribbean

for home, could be Odysseus,
home-bound on the Aegean;
that father and husband’s

longing, under gnarled sour grapes, is
like the adulterer hearing Nausicaa’s name
in every gull’s outcry.

This brings nobody peace. The ancient war
between obsession and responsibility
will never finish and has been the same

for the sea-wanderer or the one on shore
now wriggling on his sandals to walk home,
since Troy sighed its last flame,

and the blind giant’s boulder heaved the trough
from whose groundswell the great hexameters come
to the conclusions of exhausted surf.

The classics can console. But not enough.

from Selected Poems by Derek Walcott. Copyright © 2007 by Derek Walcott.

Derek Walcott

En hyllning till Derek Walcott,
som läste sina dikter på Poeternas Estrad den 6 december 1992 – kvällen innan nobelprisutdelningen.

Postat mars 20, 2013 av estraden i poets from English-speaking regions

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