Letters
Buoyancy
It seems strange that an encounter with a mind through poetry can both deflate the spirit but then lead it to a subliminal acceptance or at least a kind self-awareness, however bitter and mysterious. From over a month ago in my reading of Walcott:
Rain will keep hammering the grass blades into the ground.
I admire this violence;
love is iron. I admirethe brutal exchange between breaker and rock.
They have an understanding.I may even understand the contract
between galloping lion and stunned doe;
there is some yes to terror in her eyes.What I will never understand
is the beast who writes this
and claims the centre of life.“Force”