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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.
Anonymous submission.
Derek Walcott
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Read poems about / on: august, river, summer, house, green, lost, sun, beach, daughter, sleep
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