One of Derek Walcott’s paintings….see more

from “The Prodigal” by Derek Walcott: 

“The day, with all its pain ahead, is yours.
The ceaseless creasing of the morning sea,
the fluttering gamboge cedar leaves allegro,
the rods of the yawning branches trolling the breeze,
the rusted meadows, the wind-whitened grass,
the coos of the stone-colored ground doves on the road,
the echo of benediction on a house –
its rooms of pain, its verandah of remorse
when joy lanced through its open-hearted doors
like a hummingbird out to the garden and pool
in which the sky has fallen. These are all yours,
and pain has made them brighter as absence does
after a death, as the light heals the grass.
And the twig-brown lizard scuttles up its branch
like fingers on the struts of a guitar.”

-Read more: ‘The day, with all its pain ahead, is yours’: Remembering Derek Walcott (1930-2017):”A Nobel Laureate poet with an unquestionable literary legacy and a sexual harasser who has caused much distress.” – Brinda  Bose – – 3/19/17

(poetry diary  210-3/19/17)