Author: Derek Walcott
Cites
- Samuel Beckett (1)
- IN: Dream On Monkey Mountain (1970) Fiction, NULL
EPIGRAPH: But I see what it is, you are not from these parts, you don't know what our twilights can do. Shall I tell you?
FROM: Waiting for Godot, (1953), Play, Ireland
Cited by
- Catherine Banner (1)
- IN: The House at the Edge of Night (2016) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: But Islands can only exist
If we have loved in them.
FROM: "Islands", (1962), Poem, Saint Lucia
- Colette McBeth (1)
- IN: The Life I Left Behind (2015) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Sit. Feast on your life.
FROM: Love After Love, (1976), Poem, Saint Lucia
- Monique Roffey (1)
- IN: Archipelago (2012) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: But islands can only exist
If we have loved in them.
FROM: Islands, (1962), Poem, Saint Lucia
- Andrea Lee (1)
- IN: Lost Hearts in Italy (2006) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: In it is no lacrimae rerum,
No art. Only the gift
To see things as they are, halved by a darkness
From which they cannot shift.
FROM: A Map of Europe, (1965), Poem, Saint Lucia
- Junot Diaz (1)
- IN: The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (2007) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: Christ have mercy on all sleeping things!
From that dog rotting down Wrightson Road
to when I was a dog on these streets;
if loving these islands must be my load,
out of corruption my soul takes wings,
But they had started to poison my soul
with their big house, big car, big-time bohbohl,
coolie, nigger, Surian, and French Creole,
so I leave if for them and their carnival --
I taking a sea-bath, I gone down the road.
I know these islands from Monos to Nassau,
a rusty head sailor with sea-green eyes
that they nickname Shabine, the patois for
any red nigger, and I, Shabine, saw
when these slums of empire was paradise.
I'm just a red nigger who love the sea,
I had a sound colonial education,
I have Dutch, nigger, and English in me,
and either I'm nobody, or I'm a nation.
FROM: The Schooner Flight, (1979), Poem, Saint Lucia
- Audrey Niffenegger (2)
- IN: The Time Traveler’s Wife (2003) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
FROM: "Love After Love", (1976), Poem, Saint Lucia
- IN: The Time Traveler's Wife (2003) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
FROM: Love After Love, (1984), Poem, Saint Lucia
- wa Thiong'o Ngūgī (1)
- IN: Petals of Blood (1977) Fiction, NULL
EPIGRAPH: Fearful, original sinuosities! Each mangrove sapling
Serpentlike, its roots obscene
As a six-fingered hand,
Conceals within its clutch the mossbacked toad,
Toadstools, the potent ginger-lily,
Petals of blood,
The speckled vulva of the tiger-orchid;
Outlandish phalloi
Haunting the travellers of its one road.
FROM: The Swamp, (1964), Poem, Saint Lucia
- Jesmyn Ward (1)
- IN: Sing, Unburied, Sing (2017) Fiction, American
EPIGRAPH: The Gulf shines, dull as lead. The coast of Texas
glints like a metal rim. I have no home
as long as summer bubbling to its head
boils for that day when in the Lord God's name
the coals of fire are heaped upon the head
of all whose gospel is the whip and flame,
age after age, the uninstructing dead.
FROM: "The Gulf", (1969), Book, Saint Lucia