tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post1651796247336284588..comments2014-08-13T13:14:14.054+01:00Jeremy[email protected]Blogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post-32308454163671590082008-06-20T14:03:00.000+01:002008-06-20T14:03:00.000+01:00Hi Jeremy,<BR/>Nice poem.I like this one too.<BR/>Take care.<BR/>Sandrine<BR/><BR/>After the Storm<BR/><BR/>There are so many islands! <BR/>As many islands as the stars at night <BR/>on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken <BR/>like falling fruit around the schooner Flight. <BR/>But things must fall,and so it always was, <BR/>on one hand Venus,on the other Mars; <BR/>fall,and are one,just as this earth is one <BR/>island in archipelagoes of stars. <BR/>My first friend was the sea.Now,is my last. <BR/>I stop talking now.I work,then I read, <BR/>cotching under a lantern hooked to the mast. <BR/>I try to forget what happiness was, <BR/>and when that don't work,I study the stars. <BR/>Sometimes is just me,and the soft-scissored foam <BR/>as the deck turn white and the moon open <BR/>a cloud like a door,and the light over me <BR/>is a road in white moonlight taking me home. <BR/>Shabine sang to you from the depths of the sea.<BR/><BR/>Derek WalcottSandrinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142232421649134500[email protected]tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686769.post-54936684328865752692008-06-20T02:48:00.000+01:002008-06-20T02:48:00.000+01:00I love it.Reminds me of Wilde's quote. <BR/><BR/>To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.omidanbellafricainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922049364473945647[email protected]