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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, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.

Written by Derek Walcott

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