The morning moon - Derek Walcott

dipinto di Eric Bowman

The morning moon - Derek Walcott

Still haunted by the cycle of the moon
racing full sail
past the crouched whale’s back of Morne Coco Mountain,
I gasp at her sane brightness.

It’s early December,
the breeze freschens the skin of this earth
the goose-skin of water,
and I notice the blue plunge

of shadows down Morne Coco Mountain,
Dicember’s sundial,
happy that the earth is still changing,
that the full moon can blind me

with her forehead
this bright foreday morning,
and that fine sprigs of white are springing
from my beard.

[da Sea Grapes – 1976]