White Egrets, by Derek Walcott

St. Lucia's son, who won the Nobel Prize/ Writes here (again) of sea-grapes, palms apostrophized,/ And lace-fringed oceans, bullrings, London streets,/ Barack Obama, arrowed sheets/ Of rain, and adds a sense of failing, loss—/ His finest work since Omeros. — Michael Elliott

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