Recueil de poèmes de
Derek Walcott The Star-apple Kingdom La poésie n'est pas trop ce que j'aime en général mais j'ai été touchée
par la force limpide de certains vers de Walcott que je découvrais,
surtout ceux qui parlent de la mer, comme cet extrait de "Out of the Depths"
But if that storm had strength, was in Cap’n face,
beard beading with spray, tears salting his eyes,
crucify to his post, that nigger hold fast
to that wheel, man, like the cross held Jesus,
and the wounds of his eyes like they crying for us,
and I feeding him white rum, while every crest
with Leviathan-lash make the Flight quail
like two criminal. Whole night, with no rest,
till red-eyed like dawn, we watch our travail
subsiding, subside, and there was no more storm.
And the noon sea get calm as Thy Kingdom come.