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10 ways Christmas may be different in St Lucia this year  Loop News St. Lucia

The Great Books -- Episode 158: 'Omeros' by Derek Walcott  National Review

Worcester County real estate transfers, Sunday, Nov. 29  Worcester Telegram

Transcript: A Washington Post Live Special: Barack Obama In Conversation With Michele Norris and Elizabeth Alexander  Washington Post

Best books for Christmas 2020: Fiction, biography, sport and kids’ books  The Irish Times

Seattle street named for Black theater pioneer | Northwest | lmtribune.com  Lewiston Morning Tribune

Notable new words coined the year you were born  Huron Daily Tribune

Derek Walcott Square Remodel Nearly Ready In St. Lucia.  The St. Kitts-Nevis Observer

Best universities in Boston  Times Higher Education (THE)

Derek Walcott Square enhancement project nears completion  Loop News St. Lucia

Cuba Shares 'Culture Day' with Saint Lucia  The Voice St. Lucia

Three Ways To Read Homer’s Iliad  Outlook India

Prime Minister’s top poet Judith Beveridge used the words of others  The Australian

Sisters and suitors battle ogres in “The Perfect Nine”  The Economist

John Kerrigan · Slavery and Revenge · LRB 22 October 2020  London Review of Books

Alexandria resident among eight winners announced for statewide Poetry Unites Kentucky contest  User-generated content

30 books to celebrate 30 years of Writers & Company  CBC.ca

Drug dealer faces long jail stretch after being caught with class As for fourth time  Swindon Advertiser

Derek Walcott Square Upgrade Begins  The Voice St. Lucia

Cambridge Poet Louise Glück Named 2020 Nobel Laureate In Literature  WBUR

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A poem by Derek Walcott. What does it mean? Are there any significant literary devices used? I need simply a line by line analysis of the poem. Thanks Clarification of the theme of the poem would be fantastic too

Christ have mercy on all sleeping things! From that dog rotting down Wrightson Road to when I was a dog on these streets; if loving these islands must be my load, out of corruption my soul takes wings, But they had started to poison my soul with their big house, big car, big-time bohbohl, coolie, ******, Syrian, and French Creole, so I leave it for them and their carnival -- I taking a sea-bath, I gone down the road. I know these islands from Monos to Nassau, a rusty head sailor with sea-green eyes that they nickname Shabine, the patois for any red ******, and I, Shabine, saw when these slums of empire was paradise. I'm just a red ****** who love the sea, I had a sound colonial education, I have Dutch, ******, and English in me, and either I'm nobody, or I'm a nation. 1. What is your initial impression of the poem? 2. What do you think the poem is about? 3. what is the tone of the poem? 4. Choose one line from the poem that you liked and explain why?

I once gave my daughters, separately, two conch shells that were dived from the reef, or sold on the beach, I forget. They use them as doorstops or bookends, but their wet pink palates are the soundless singing of angels. I once wrote a poem called “The Yellow Cemetery,” when I was nineteen. Lizzie’s age. I’m fifty-three. These poems I heaved aren’t linked to any tradition like a mossed cairn; each goes down like a stone to the seabed, settling, but let them, with luck, lie where stones are deep, in the sea’s memory. Let them be, in water, as my father, who did watercolors, entered his work. He became one of his shadows, wavering and faint in the midsummer sunlight. His name was Warwick Walcott. I sometimes believe that his father, in love or bitter benediction, named him for Warwickshire. Ironies are moving. Now when I rewrite a line, or sketch on the fast-drying paper the coconut fronds that he did so faintly, my daughters’ hands move in mine. Conches move over the sea floor. I used to move my father’s grave from the blackened Anglican headstones in Castries to where I could love both at once— the sea and his absence. Youth is stronger than fiction.

I just need to know which of his writings caused him to get the award :)

There are so many islands! As many islands as the stars at night on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken like falling fruit around the schooner Flight. But things must fall,and so it always was, on one hand Venus,on the other Mars; fall,and are one,just as this earth is one island in archipelagoes of stars. My first friend was the sea.Now,is my last. I stop talking now.I work,then I read, cotching under a lantern hooked to the mast. I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work,I study the stars. Sometimes is just me,and the soft-scissored foam as the deck turn white and the moon open a cloud like a door,and the light over me is a road in white moonlight taking me home. Shabine sang to you from the depths of the sea.