Egrette bianche
by Derek Walcott
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"Egrette bianche", la quattordicesima raccolta di poesie di Derek Walcott, fonde elegia e rapsodia, sul ritmo di temi ricorrenti come l'eredità coloniale e lo spettro dell'impero, l'approssimarsi della morte e la scomparsa degli affetti, l'insofferenza per il turismo ("una schiavitù senza catene, senza sangue sparso") e un amore per il viaggio vissuto nella consapevolezza - per citare Orazio - che "chi va per mare cambia cielo, non animo". Iosif Brodskij ha paragonato la poesia di Walcott alle onde di marea, a frangenti che montano, si ritirano e tornano a lambire la costa, mentre la magnificenza del suo linguaggio e la profusione di immagini evocano la lussureggiante natura delle Indie Occidentali. E il lettore non potrà che restare abbacinato a osservare "queste egrette / che incedono sul prato in truppe scomposte, bianche insegne / che arrancano derelitte; sono i rimpianti / scoloriti delle memorie di un vecchio, le loro strofe mai scritte. / Pagine che svolazzano come ali sul prato, segreti svelati".

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"The perpetual ideal is astonishment".
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"The perpetual ideal is astonishment".
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the Adriatic sticks to my back, plating it with greying salt, bringing irascible mothers and their rubber-bright children and hating it at first, the rented chairs, while a hundred identical iron umbrellas emphasize the size of the holiday coast, and the invincible dread of families, where each shadow is an oasis and vanilla-coloured girls rub cream on their thights in an advertisement Italy, a plastic happiness that brought actual content. In the cool lobby, the elderly idle. I was now one of them. Studying the slow, humped tourists was my only hobby, racked now by a whimsical bladder and terrible phlegm.
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the Adriatic sticks to my back, plating it with greying salt, bringing irascible mothers and their rubber-bright children and hating it at first, the rented chairs, while a hundred identical iron umbrellas emphasize the size of the holiday coast, and the invincible dread of families, where each shadow is an oasis and vanilla-coloured girls rub cream on their thights in an advertisement Italy, a plastic happiness that brought actual content. In the cool lobby, the elderly idle. I was now one of them. Studying the slow, humped tourists was my only hobby, racked now by a whimsical bladder and terrible phlegm.
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if they were more than black marks on white paper, and sounds that our eyes make upon their meeting, they would be all yours, since you are the shaper of the instant's whim, yours is the steady greeting of the ground dove in the grove, the net that is hurled over the wobbling stone bed of the inlet.
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if they were more than black marks on white paper, and sounds that our eyes make upon their meeting, they would be all yours, since you are the shaper of the instant's whim, yours is the steady greeting of the ground dove in the grove, the net that is hurled over the wobbling stone bed of the inlet.
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cedar, cypress, and elm spoke one language, leaves from a trusted book open at summer. I stopped and listened to them.
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cedar, cypress, and elm spoke one language, leaves from a trusted book open at summer. I stopped and listened to them.
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but more than a barber he is delicate, adept, and when I leave his throne, shake shorn hair from my lap, I feel changed, like an election promise that is kept.
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but more than a barber he is delicate, adept, and when I leave his throne, shake shorn hair from my lap, I feel changed, like an election promise that is kept.
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In transparent summer Milan is Mediterranean: you expect a butterfly to simmer on a hydrant, shallows to lap around a traffic island, and a white sail to cross where the avenue ends. In the second life I have made so many friends!
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In transparent summer Milan is Mediterranean: you expect a butterfly to simmer on a hydrant, shallows to lap around a traffic island, and a white sail to cross where the avenue ends. In the second life I have made so many friends!
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Don't loiter in the neighbourhood of friendship, the best of them will disappoint, will shut the door quietly, do not be amazed at your exclusion.
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Don't loiter in the neighbourhood of friendship, the best of them will disappoint, will shut the door quietly, do not be amazed at your exclusion.