Winding Up by Derek Walcott

Derek Walcott

Winding Up by Derek Walcott

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One of the things I promised myself was to live by the sea. Someday.

Winding Up

Derek Walcott

I live on the water,

alone. Without wife and children,

I have circled every possibility

to come to this:

a low house by grey water,

with windows always open

to the stale sea. We do not choose such things,

but we are what we have made.

We suffer, the years pass,

we shed freight but not our need

for encumbrances. Love is a stone

that settled on the sea-bed

under grey water. Now, I require nothing

from poetry but true feeling,

no pity, no fame, no healing. Silent wife,

we can sit watching grey water,

and in a life awash

with mediocrity and trash

live rock-like.

I shall unlearn feeling,

unlearn my gift. That is greater

and harder than what passes there for life.

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This is from Collected Poems 1948-1984 by Derek Walcott, published by Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1986.

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