I took this photo a couple of weeks ago, in the Caribbean. It’s Derek Walcott’s childhood home in Castries, St Lucia. I had some Walcott with me; I like to read poets in their own territory. I’ve read Pablo Neruda in Chile, Robert Lowell in Boston, Dylan Thomas on the Gower Peninsular and, to give … Continue reading ‘breakers that chuff; long, leaden swells of pewter’
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The time is not ripe
The Peruvian poet Emilio Adolfo Westphalen, born in 1911, published his first two books in 1933 and 1935. They were highly successful. His next poems appeared after a silence of 45 years. During this time, if asked, he always said “The time is not ripe”. He seems never to have been translated into English, and … Continue reading The time is not ripe

