Chapter 36 Derek Walcott

Derek Walcott (1930-) Poet, playwright, critic and director.Born in Saint Lucia, West Indies.Taught in the United States.Many of his plays have been staged in London and New York.His major works include the collections of poems Shipwrecked (1965), Sea Grapes (1976), Star Apple Kingdom (1979), The Lucky Passenger (1984), Midsummer (1986), and the long poem Another Life ", "Homer" (1990) and so on. In 1992, he won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Gust blows african tan fur.The Kikuyu are swift as flies, He feeds himself on the blood river of the prairie. A paradise littered with corpses.

Only the maggot with the title "Major Carrion" shouted: "Don't waste sympathy on these dead people!" Statistically confirmed, scholars also mastered The nature of colonial policy. What does that mean, to the white kid who was hacked on the bed? Barbarians who should be exterminated like the Jews? The long rushes were broken and became The white dust of the egrets, their calls From the dawn of civilization, on the scorched river Or the plains where herds gather. Beast to beast violence is seen as natural law, but upright man But through atrocities to the divine.

Delirium like a fearful beast, man's war Dancing to taut drums, And he also signed the white peace signed by the dead—— Turn local terror into heroism. Again, brutal necessity Wipe your hands with a dirty business napkin, again waste our sympathy (as with Spain), The gorilla is wrestling with Superman. I, infected with the blood of both of them, With my blood vessels split, which side should I face? i cursed Drunk officer of the british regime how do i Choosing between Africa and my beloved English? To betray both, or to give back what they gave me? How can I remain calm in the face of carnage?

How can I live with my back to Africa? Feibai translation Hungry eyes greedily devour the seascape, just for one leaf Delicious sails. The horizon threaded it on the infinite thread. Action breeds frenzy.I lie down Riding a ribbed coconut shadow, For fear of multiplying my own footprints. Blowing sand, thin as smoke, Get bored, move its dunes. The wave tires of its castle like a child. Salty green vines and yellow petunias, A net moves slowly across the void. Nothing: the anger that fills the mind of a sandfly. Old man fun: In the morning, brooding retreat, thinking Dead leaves, nature's arrangement.

in the sun, dog poop With a hard shell in its mouth, it is as white as coral. We end with dirt and start with dirt. Creation in our guts. Listen, I can hear the polyps building, The two waves broke into silence. Pinch a sea lice and I make thunder burst. Like a god, I annihilate divinity, art and ego I throw away A dead metaphor: the leaf-shaped heart of an almond tree. Ripe brain rotten like a yellow walnut hatch it A mess of sea lice, sandflies, and maggots, The Gospel of that green wine bottle, was killed by Chacey. Labeled, the wreck of the ship, The clenched driftwood was pale and nailed, like a human hand.

Feibai translation gnawing at the edge of the road, it is black mouth Humming softly: "Come home, come home..." Behind its viscous breath lies a word: "Long" - grow fungi, rot, The roots are covered with white spots. Worse than vine thickets, quarries, and sun-cracked riverbeds, Its terror once held Hemingway's heroes to a halt Stand where you can see clearly. It creates nothingness.Jails for poor prisoners and blacks. its noir Take a smear of your life blood every sunset. Strange and terrifying meanders!Each sapling in the red bush Bent as a serpent, its roots are obscene and abominable

like a six-fingered hand, A moss-backed toad is hidden in the palm, The poisonous mushroom called "toad stool", the strong ginger flower, petals of blood, the spotted pussy of the tabby orchid, weird ghost penis Haunt passers-by along the only way. deep, deeper than sleep, like death, Too rich to decay, too suffocating to breathe. In the fast-filling night, see How the last bird raises its throat to drink the night, how wild trees slip with the darkness, with the spreading Amnesia blackens together, gradually enters border of nothingness, mixed Limbs, tongue, tendons, become a knot

Like chaos, like the line before me road. Feibai translation Something that has moved roars in the ears of this house, hang the windless curtain, stun the mirror Until there are only reactions and no entities left. There was a sound like a windmill gnashing its teeth until stop firmly; The deafening vacancy is like a hard blow. It hoops the valley and weighs down the mountain, It alienates gestures, makes this pencil penetrating the thick emptiness, It fills cupboards with silence, folds sour clothes As accurate as the relics of the dead, Like the dead run by the beloved, Without confidence, expecting to occupy.

Feibai translation The shape of this coral and the Palm corresponds.its How heavy the sudden vacancy is.like pumice, Like your breasts in the cup of my palm. Cold as the sea, its nipples rough as sand, Its pores, like yours, glisten with salty sweat. The vacant body removes its weight, There's no other like your smooth body create such precise openings that it seems Coral stone, white on the desk Souvenir shelf.it challenges my hand To do what all lover's hands have never known: The authenticity of another body. Feibai translation