White Egrets: Poems

White Egrets: Poems - Paperback

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White Egrets: Poems

White Egrets: Poems - Paperback

by Derek Walcott
$15.00
Sale price  $15.00 Regular price 

Book Overview

A DAZZLING NEW COLLECTION FROM ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT POETS OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY

In White Egrets, Derek Walcott treats the characteristic subjects of his career--the Caribbean's complex colonial legacy, his love of the Western literary tradition, the wisdom that comes through the passing of time, the always strange joys of new love, and the sometimes terrifying beauty of the natural world--with an intensity and drive that recall his greatest work. Through the mesmerizing repetition of theme and imagery, Walcott creates an almost surflike cadence, broadening the possibilities of rhyme and meter, poetic form and language.

White Egrets is a moving new collection from one of the most important poets of the twentieth century--a celebration of the life and language of the West Indies. It is also a triumphant paean to beauty, love, art, and--perhaps most surprisingly--getting older.
ISBN9780374532703
Author Derek Walcott
PublisherFarrar, Straus and Giroux
GenreLiterature
FormatPaperback
PublishedMarch 2011
LanguageENG- English
Pages96
Weight1.0 lb
Target AudienceAdults
Print SizeStandard Print

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About Derek Walcott

Since 1961, Derek Walcott has been director of the Trinidad Theatre Workshop, as well as its chief playwright. The appearance of his first collection of plays, which has had several printings since 1970, was a literary event. Dream on Monkey Mountain won the Obie Award for a Distinguished Foreign Play, when produced in New York in 1971, and was deemed "a masterpiece" by Edith Oliver in The New Yorker.

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