(Is it possible for other months to have ides? Can I declare my birthday to be such a day?)
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"Midsummer, Tobago" -- Derek Walcott
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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#74: Wynton Marsalis & the Boston Pops, "Carnival of Venice"
#75: Thelonious Monk, "Round About Midnight"
1 comment:
This poem has a haiku nature to it. It's nice.
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