Some Fine Photographs by Derek Walcott

Some Fine Photographs by Derek Walcott

Let me take you to the Derek Walcott poem most on my mind these days and then we will continue our conversation: Midsummer, Tobago 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,…