[poetry] I cannot even with how good Walcott is

[kaberett]

I mean, I'm struggling with his epics - I don't think I've really got the attention span or patience for epic poetry at the moment - but:

his mind was cracking like the friable earth,
and in each chasm,
sprung nettles like the hands of certain friendships.

(And of course the joy of the epic is that the other page I want to quote is so glorious precisely because it is tied up in referents both forwards and backwards, and to give you enough context to appreciate its marvel would be to copy the whole thing out, so -- maybe I have more patience and appreciation than I'd realised.)

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[untonuggan]

♥

[kaberett]

This called to me because Beginning, and the nettle-metaphor that threads through it (tell him to make me a cambric shirt/without no seams nor needlework...)