3rd ANNUAL NAPOMO 30/30/30 :: DAY 13 :: ANDRE BAGOO on DEREK WALCOTT
Let me take you to the Derek Walcott poem most on my mind these days and then we will continue our conversation: [box] Midsummer, Tobago Broad sun-stoned beaches. White heat. A green river. A bridge, scorched yellow palms from the summer-sleeping house drowsing through August. Days I have held, days I
