Poem: For Derek Walcott (1930-2017)

by Leonard Dabydeen

DEREK WALCOTT JPEG

Sir Derek Walcott

Me know him nah dead,

Him only gone.

Fuh watch dem schooner

An’ listen some

See dem white egrets

Walking by the rocks

Feet like dry bamboo

Their heads bobbing, weavin’

Like Bob Marley singing

‘Buffalo Soldier’ in a dread lock

Wait till tomorrow come

To see Odysseus sitting

On a backyard bench

Talking to Derek

Till mornin’ come.

 

 

 

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