Dikt; Midsummer, Tobago av Derek Walcott

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 have lost,

days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms. 

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  1. Dette diktet likte jeg veldig godt, sommerlig, men også vemodig.

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