[ Reading ] ➶ The Bounty Author Derek Walcott – Marjoriejane.co.uk

The Bounty chapter 1 The Bounty , meaning The Bounty , genre The Bounty , book cover The Bounty , flies The Bounty , The Bounty ed36ef7cc05cd The Bounty Was The First Book Of Poems Walcott Published After Winning The Nobel Prize In Literature Opening With The Title Poem, A Memorable Elegy To The Poet S Mother, The Book Features A Haunting Series Of Poems That Evoke Walcott S Native Ground, The Island Of St Lucia For Almost Forty Years His Throbbing And Relentless Lines Kept Arriving In The English Language Like Tidal Waves, Walcott S Great Contemporary Joseph Brodsky Once Observed He Gives Us Than Himself Or A World He Gives Us A Sense Of Infinity Embodied In The Language


10 thoughts on “The Bounty

  1. says:

    There are two ways to read these poems One is to move slowly through each dense line, extracting the meaning, unearthing every allusion and metaphor, savoring the challenge of encountering poems of such power and of such strange beauty The other is simply to read the poems, moving from line to line in search only of the music of Walcott s language, gathering impressions rather than answers.With Derek Walcott s poetry, either approach is equally valid The poems in The Bounty are at once learne There are two ways to read these poems One is to move slowly through each dense line, extracting the meaning, unearthing every allusion and metaphor, savoring the challenge of encountering poems of such power and of such strange beauty The other is simply to read the poems, moving from line to line in search only of the music of Walcott s language, gathering impressions rather than answers.With Derek Walcott s poetry, either approach is equally valid The poems in The Bounty are at once learned and visceral, and will reward all who come to them, no matter who they are or what they hope to take away The book opens with a seven cycle poem about the death of the poet s mother and his consequent loss of faith, and while he nominally moves away from this theme, most of the poems in this collection are reflections on loss, sadness, depression, conflict, or some variation of these.Probably the most striking aspect is Walcott s ability to make nature his explanatory voice why say with your own tongue what flowers, insects, palm trees, and the ocean can say for you We see in the flora of his native St Lucia all the emotions of grief and hope and anger we see in the birds of every place he s been the things that make us human we see in recurring images of water both the gravity of existence now and the uncertainty of existence yet to be These are not mere tricks for Walcott, they are reflections of the truths rewarded to those who seek them.Sometimes it seems like Walcott caresabout saying something beautiful than he does about saying something profound, and that s probably true Not all of these poems has a clear meaning, certainly not one to be grasped after cursory reading But all of them rings true despite this And even if they didn t, they all sound beautiful, and sometimes that s all the excuse you need to read them


  2. says:

    I struggled at times with Walcott s long lines and my lack of knowledge of the flora in his poems however, I m definitely glad I read it.I particularly enjoyed the second section of Homecoming where he declares casuarinas they are as alien as olives , and poem 27, Praise to the rain, eraser of picnics, praise the grey cloud.


  3. says:

    Derek Walcott public La abundancia poco despu s de ganar el Nobel en 1992 Comienza con una eleg a para su madre pero tambi n funciona como una oda a su tierra natal, Santa Luc a William Logan describi a la perfecci n este libro Lo cito Walcott puede llenar un poema con alusiones como si estuviera rellenando un pavo de Navidad est tan ocupado con la seducci n que a veces olvida que el poema tiene un lugar ad nde ir A pesar de su fluido y enga oso lenguaje, a pesar de una carrera Derek Walcott public La abundancia poco despu s de ganar el Nobel en 1992 Comienza con una eleg a para su madre pero tambi n funciona como una oda a su tierra natal, Santa Luc a William Logan describi a la perfecci n este libro Lo cito Walcott puede llenar un poema con alusiones como si estuviera rellenando un pavo de Navidad est tan ocupado con la seducci n que a veces olvida que el poema tiene un lugar ad nde ir A pesar de su fluido y enga oso lenguaje, a pesar de una carrera incansable en sus formas, Walcott ha escrito pocos poemas memorables como poemas Hay una escritura intoxicante, con cientos de im genes impactantes, pero raramente un poema que se fije en la memoria Walcott tiene que esforzarse demasiado para escribir mal Su ret rica es tan poderosa como una trompeta, pero cada verso tiene el mismo nfasis rara vez sabes d nde est n los crescendos porque todos son crescendos


  4. says:

    I understand Walcott is kind of the poster boy for post colonial studies And for good reason There is no end to the complicated juxtaposition that he presents in his books The Bounty continues that continuing shift over the Atlantic Ocean, varying between Santa Cruz and London, or Italy But I would actually beinterested in setting this book in the context of some kind of eco poetics Considering Walcott s dense imagery, and his overall proposition that out of death there comes life Ye I understand Walcott is kind of the poster boy for post colonial studies And for good reason There is no end to the complicated juxtaposition that he presents in his books The Bounty continues that continuing shift over the Atlantic Ocean, varying between Santa Cruz and London, or Italy But I would actually beinterested in setting this book in the context of some kind of eco poetics Considering Walcott s dense imagery, and his overall proposition that out of death there comes life Yes, this is no great revelation, except he touches on how death, in his elegy, makes the life and energy of the poems Walcott handles this concept with care and respect and complexity


  5. says:

    There is a story of resistance behind this book It appeared on the chaotic book tables at our local giant what not warehouse and I bypassed it three times before finally picking it up I knew of Walcott and heard him read once and just never felt connected to his work regardless of his Nobel laureate reputation And this book was all long lines Why that would bother me I don t know because Whitman s long lines never bothered me But I just felt tired even looking at it and so never took it hom There is a story of resistance behind this book It appeared on the chaotic book tables at our local giant what not warehouse and I bypassed it three times before finally picking it up I knew of Walcott and heard him read once and just never felt connected to his work regardless of his Nobel laureate reputation And this book was all long lines Why that would bother me I don t know because Whitman s long lines never bothered me But I just felt tired even looking at it and so never took it home Until it became clear, after probably 6 ormonths on that table, that I was the only one who knew that it should be picked up In the end, I felt sorry for poor neglected Walcott and finally took the book home for.50 And then it sat on a side table for 6 months I couldn t put it with the other books because it had caught a case of mildew from its many months at the warehouse I finally moved it to the read soon pile just to get it out of the living room and finally picked it up to read with the same get it out of the way attitude So I ve been totally uncharitable toward this book and now feel ashamed because if it weren t mildewy, I would have kept it for a future re read It did take some reading to really start appreciating the rhythms in Walcott s lines And some of the first poems seemed like description going nowhere But theI read, theI began seeing his form and how he was linking sounds It was only toward the end that I began to wonder if there was also a larger structure to the book that I was missing Many of the poems merely have numbers as titles Except for the title poem, which is in tercets, all of the poems are in single stanza blocks of text, of varying length but neverthan a page A few of the poems are divided into sections.My first quote will be from the title poem, which is an elegy for his mother This is from section v Like our dread of distance, we need a horizon.a dividing line that turns the stars into neighborsthough infinity separates them, we can think of only one sun all I m saying is that the dread of death is in the faceswe love, the dread of our dying, or theirs therefore we see in the glint of immeasurable spacesnot stars or falling embers, not meteors, but tears.In this elegy, John Clare is repeatedly invoked as is a Tom that I m unable to place This invoking of other poets is common throughout this book I remember being quite startled to see him use Gerard Manley Hopkins dawn drawn in one One reason to re read the book is to pay closer attention to these He also often makes reference in poems to the writing process or tools, especially paper as though trying to conflate the act of writing with the landscape itself So I stopped reading this book with the feeling that I had scratched the surface and there was still much to consider Here are someexcerpts.From 11 Nadais the street with its sharp shadows and the vendors quietas their yams, and strange to think the turrets of Granadaare nada compared to this white hot emptiness, or all the whitestone castles in summer, or pigeons exploding into flocksover St Mark s, nada next to the stride measuring egret, over the stunned bay, and the crash of surf on the rocks.It is only your imagination that finally ignites itat sunset in that half hour the colour of regret,when the surf, older than your hand, writes Itis nothing, and it is this nothingness that makes it great The first full sentence of 27 Praise to the rain, eraser of picnics, praise the grey cloudthat makes every headland a ghost, and the guttering belch braided water praise to the rain and her slow shroud,she is the muse of Amnesia which is another island,spectral adrift where those we still love existbut in another sense, that this shore cannot understand,for reminding us that all substance thins into mistand has its vague frontiers, the country of memoryand, as in Rimbaud, the idea of eternity,is a razed horizon when the sky and the sea are mixedand the solid disappears like the dead into essenceswhich is the loud message of the martial advancing rainwith its lances and mass and sometimes alarming our senses the kettledrums of advancing thunder And lastly, all of 34 At the end of this line there is an opening doorthat gives on a blue balcony where a gull will settlewith hooked fingers, then, like an image leaving an idea,beat in slow scansion across the hammered metalof the afternoon sea, a sheet that my right hand steers a small sail making for Martinique or Sicily.In the lilac flecked distance, the same headlands rustwith flecks of houses blown from the spume of the trough,and the echo of a gull where a gull s shadow racedbetween sunlit seas No cry is exultant enoughfor my thanks, for my heart that flings open its hingesand slants my ribs with light At the end, a shadowslower than a gull s over water lengthens, by inches,and covers the lawn There is the same high ardourof rhetorical sunsets in Sicily as over Martinique,and the same horizon underlines their bright absence,the long loved shining there who, perhaps, do not speakfrom unutterable delight, since speech is for mortals,since at the end of each sentence there is a graveor the sky s blue door or, once, the widening portalsof our disenfranchised sublime The one light we havestill shines on a spire or a conch shell as it fallsand folds this page over with a whitening wave


  6. says:

    Prima luce una raccolta di poesie sul morire Walcott ci racconta della morte della madre, della malinconia delle assenze, della nostalgia e del ricordo, ma soprattutto si conferma ai miei occhi un abile artigiano della parola e un grandissimo pittore paesaggistico Le sue poesie mi fanno sentire dentro una cartolina.


  7. says:

    Reading the world in books Saint Lucia.Nobel prize Very much disappointed in his poetry.


  8. says:

    an echoing architecture of stanzas


  9. says:

    In this 1997 collection of Nobel Prize winning Derek Walcott s poetry, one can sense evenstrongly than before his awareness of aging, of approaching death, of the strains and discontinuities of his balancing of his life in the US and Europe with his life in the Caribbean As always with this marvelous poet, his lines are long, rolling, and fluid, much like the southern sea that is never far from his awareness His language is precise yet never simple, allusive and yet evocative of the pres In this 1997 collection of Nobel Prize winning Derek Walcott s poetry, one can sense evenstrongly than before his awareness of aging, of approaching death, of the strains and discontinuities of his balancing of his life in the US and Europe with his life in the Caribbean As always with this marvelous poet, his lines are long, rolling, and fluid, much like the southern sea that is never far from his awareness His language is precise yet never simple, allusive and yet evocative of the present sensations with which he intimately lives His rhymes, when he uses rhymes, are often approximate and frequently hidden by the propulsively enjambed lines which he is accustomed to use When the reader is familiar with his allusions, the effect is magical, and when the reader is not, the music alone charms and sooths Walcott likes to write in long rolling cadences, and the effect can be moving.I especially enjoyed 28, Awaking to gratitude in this generous Eden , an homage to Yeats and to Lady Gregory s copper beech autograph tree at Coole But it is hard to pick out favorites, almost every poem proving captivating.At the end Walcott reaches a measure of peace, finding commonality among the various aspects of his life even as he affirms his fundamental rootedness in his beloved St Lucia.A final comment Walcott is an accomplished water colorist, and one of his paintings graces the cover of this paperback


  10. says:

    This was one of the 1998 RUSA Notable Books winners For the complete list, go to


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