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’