Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.
From Derek Walcott
Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.
Any serious attempt to try to do something worthwhile is ritualistic.
The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.
We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past.
Visual surprise is natural in the Caribbean; it comes with the landscape, and faced with its beauty, the sigh of History dissolves.
Because that is what such a city is, in the New World, a writer's heaven.
If you know what you are going to write when you're writing a poem, it's going to be average.
The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.
The personal vocabulary, the individual melody whose metre is one's biography, joins in that sound, with any luck, and the body moves like a walking, a waking island.
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