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In his longest and most ambitious poem, Derek Walcott reaches beyond an evocative portrayl of his native West Indies to create a moving elegy on himself and on man.
The fascinating and complex matrix of the author's life is illuminated with our candor, verve, and strength. Over four thousand lines of verse are grouped into four parts. He evokes scenes of his divided childhood, in which children live in shacks while fine khaki-clothed Englishmen drink tea. He depicts the influence of three intimate friends, including his first love, Anna, on his emergence as a man and artist. He chronicles the mixed remorse and resolution of maturity. He recalls of his youth: "We were blessed with a virginal, unpainted world / with Adam's task of giving things their names..." Yet in retrospect he acknowledges the irony of his artistic reliance on metaphor to transform reality--his search for "another life"
When the author's most recent collection of poetry, The Gulf, was published, Selden Rodman wrote in The New York Times Book Review: "Now, with the publication of his fourth book of verse, Walcott's stature in the front rank of all contemporary poets using English should be apparent." Chad Walsh in Book World said: "I am convinced one of the half-dozen most imporant poets now writing in English. He may prove to be the best."
Another Life helps to fulfill this prophecy.
Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott nació en 1930 en Claistres, capital de la antigua colonia británica de Santa Lucía, una isla en las Pequeñas Antillas. Hijo de un pintor británico que murió cuando él contaba un año de edad y nieto de esclavos, a esta mezcla de culturas hay que añadir que su familia fuera protestante en una comunidad donde predominaba el catolicisimo. Estudió en el University College of the West Indies. Es fundador de Trinidad Theater Workshop, y autor de numerosas obras de teatro y libros de poesía. Entre sus obras traducidas al castellano figuran: Islas, El testamento de Arkansas, La voz del crepúsculo, La abundancia. En cuanto a Omeros, está considerada como su obra maestra y fue galardonada con el premio W. H. Smith. En 1992 le fue concedido el Premio Nobel. Foto © Lisbeth Salas
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Another Life - Derek Walcott
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Epigraph
One: The Divided Child
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Two: Homage to Gregorias
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Three: A Simple Flame
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Four: The Estranging Sea
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
By Derek Walcott
Copyright
for Margaret
On the day when I finally fasten my hands upon its wrinkled stem and pull with irresistible power, when my memories are quiet and strong, and I can finally translate them into words, then I shall perceive the unique and essential quality of this place. The innumerable petty miseries, the manifold beauties eclipsed by the painful necessity of combat and birth, these will be no more than the network of down-growing branches of a banyan tree, winding about the sea.
Edouard Glissant
Le Lézarde (The Ripening)
one
The Divided Child
An old story goes that Cimabue was struck with admiration when he saw the shepherd boy, Giotto, sketching sheep. But, according to the true biographies, it is never the sheep that inspire a Giotto with the love of painting: but, rather, his first sight of the paintings of such a man as Cimabue. What makes the artist is the circumstance that in his youth he was more deeply moved by the sight of works of art than by that of the things which they portray.
Malraux
Psychology of Art
chapter 1
Verandahs, where the pages of the sea
are a book left open by an absent master
in the middle of another life—
I begin here again,
begin until this ocean’s
a shut book, and, like a bulb
the white moon’s filaments wane.
Begin with twilight, when a glare
which held a cry of bugles lowered
the coconut lances of the inlet,
as a sun, tired of empire, declined.
It mesmerised like fire without wind,
and as its amber climbed
the beer-stein ovals of the British fort
above the promontory, the sky
grew drunk with light.
There
was your heaven! The clear
glaze of another life,
a landscape locked in amber, the rare
gleam. The dream
of reason had produced its monster:
a prodigy of the wrong age and colour.
All afternoon the student
with the dry fever of some draughtsman’s clerk
had magnified the harbour, now twilight
eager to complete itself,
drew a girl’s figure to the open door
of a stone boathouse with a single stroke, then fell
to a reflecting silence. This silence waited
for the verification of detail:
the gables of the Saint Antoine Hotel
aspiring from jungle, the flag
at Government House melting its pole,
and for the tidal amber glare to glaze
the last shacks of the Morne till they became
transfigured sheerly by the student’s will,
a cinquecento fragment in gilt frame.
The vision died,
the black hills simplified
to hunks of coal,
but if the light was dying through the stone
of that converted boathouse on the pier,
a girl, blowing its embers in her kitchen,
could feel its epoch entering her hair.
Darkness, soft as amnesia, furred the slope.
He rose and climbed towards the studio.
The last hill burned,
the sea crinkled like foil,
a moon ballooned up from the Wireless Station. O
mirror, where a generation yearned
for whiteness, for candour, unreturned.
The moon maintained her station,
her fingers stroked a chiton-fluted sea,
her disc whitewashed the shells
of gutted offices barnacling the wharves
of the burnt town, her lamp
baring the ovals of toothless façades,
along the Roman arches, as he passed
her alternating ivories lay untuned,
her age was dead, her sheet
shrouded the antique furniture, the mantel
with its plaster-of-Paris Venus, which
his yearning had made marble, half-cracked
unsilvering mirror of black servants,
like the painter’s kerchiefed, ear-ringed portrait: Albertina.
Within the door, a bulb
haloed the tonsure of a reader crouched
in its pale tissue like an embryo,
the leisured gaze
turned towards him, the short arms
yawned briefly, welcome. Let us see.
Brown, balding, a lacertilian
jut to its underlip,
with spectacles thick as a glass paperweight
over eyes the hue of sea-smoothed bottle glass,
the man wafted the drawing to his face
as if dusk were myopic, not his gaze.
Then, with slow strokes the master changed the sketch.
ii
In its dimension the drawing could not trace
the sociological contours of the promontory;
once, it had been an avenue of palms
strict as Hobbema’s aisle of lowland poplars,
now, levelled, bulldozed and metalled for an airstrip,
its terraces like tree-rings told its age.
There, patriarchal banyans,
bearded with vines from which black schoolboys gibboned,
brooded on a lagoon seasoned with dead leaves,
mangroves knee-deep in water
crouched like whelk-pickers on brown, spindly legs
scattering red soldier crabs
scrabbling for redcoats’ meat.
The groves were sawn
symmetry and contour crumbled,
down the arched barrack balconies
where colonels in the whisky-coloured light
had watched the green flash, like a lizard’s tongue,
catch the last sail, tonight
row after row of orange stamps repeated
the villas of promoted Civil Servants.
The moon came to the window and stayed there.
He was her subject, changing when she changed,
from childhood he’d considered palms
ignobler than imagined elms,
the breadfruit’s splayed
leaf coarser than the oak’s,
he had prayed
nightly for his flesh to change,
his dun flesh peeled white by her lightning strokes!
Above the cemetery where
the airstrip’s tarmac ended
her slow disc magnified
the life beneath her like a reading-glass.
Below the bulb
a green book, laid
face downward. Moon,
and sea. He read
the spine. FIRST POEMS:
CAMPBELL. The painter
almost absently
reversed it, and began to read:
"Holy be
the white head of a Negro,
sacred be
the black flax of a black child…"
And from a new book,
bound in sea-green linen, whose lines
matched the exhilaration which their reader,
rowing the air around him now, conveyed,
another life it seemed would start again
while past the droning, tonsured head
the white face
of a dead child stared from its window-frame.
iii
They sang, against the rasp and cough of shovels,
against the fists of mud pounding the coffin,
the diggers’ wrists rounding off every phrase,
their iron hymn, "The Pilgrims of the