Midsummer, Tobago av Derek Walcott (1930- 2017)
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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