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• catalog abstract "The Bounty opens with the title poem, a memorable elegy to Walcott's mother. It also contains a haunting series of poems evoking the poet's native ground, the island of St. Lucia.".
• catalog contributor b10276252.
• catalog coverage "Saint Lucia Poetry.".
• catalog coverage "West Indies Poetry.".
• catalog created "1997.".
• catalog date "1997".
• catalog date "1997.".
• catalog dateCopyrighted "1997.".
• catalog description "The Bounty -- I cannot remember the name of that seacoast city -- Signs -- Then, as if the earth's wick were being lowered -- Thanksgiving -- Miraculous as when a small cloud of cabbage-whites -- Parang -- It depends on how you look at the cream church on the cliff -- It is low tide, so the reef evolves into islands -- Homecoming -- To recede like a snail flattening its enquiring horns -- New creatures ease from earth, nostrils nibbling air -- The feel of the village in the afternoon heat, a torpor -- There is nothing except the sun at the end of the street -- The phrases of a patois rooted in this clay hillside -- Never get used to this; the feathery, swaying casuarinas -- Great bursts of exaltation crest the white breaker -- Spain -- Down shortcuts like wounds in the hills, into estate kitchens -- Not the horned head, the beaked visor, the threshing vans -- What is this virulence that eats at the cloth of the altar -- The bamboo stands ready as an army with its plumed banners -- Six Fictions -- I am considering a syntax the colour of slate -- I saw stones that shone with stoniness, I saw thorns -- Alphaeus Prince. What a name! He was one of the Princes -- These lines that I write now, that lack salt and motion -- The sublime always begins with the chord "And then I saw," -- Praise to the rain, eraser of picnics, praise the grey cloud -- Awaking to gratitude in this generous Eden -- If these were islands made from mythologies where -- The sea should have settled him, but its noise is no help -- Italian Eclogues -- She returns to her role as a seagull. The wind -- A Santa Cruz Quartet -- At the end of this line there is an opening door -- Never plotted, never provided with their proper metre -- In late-afternoon light the tops of the breadfruit leaves -- After the plague, the city-wall caked with flies, the smoke's amnesia.".
• catalog description "The Bounty opens with the title poem, a memorable elegy to Walcott's mother. It also contains a haunting series of poems evoking the poet's native ground, the island of St. Lucia.".
• catalog extent "77 p. ;".
• catalog identifier "0374115567 (alk. paper)".
• catalog isPartOf "Caribbean literature net".
• catalog issued "1997".
• catalog issued "1997.".
• catalog language "eng".
• catalog publisher "New York : Farrar, Straus, Giroux,".
• catalog spatial "Saint Lucia Poetry.".
• catalog spatial "West Indies Poetry.".
• catalog subject "811 20".
• catalog subject "PR9272.9.W3 B68 1997".
• catalog subject "Saint Lucian poetry (English)".
• catalog tableOfContents "The Bounty -- I cannot remember the name of that seacoast city -- Signs -- Then, as if the earth's wick were being lowered -- Thanksgiving -- Miraculous as when a small cloud of cabbage-whites -- Parang -- It depends on how you look at the cream church on the cliff -- It is low tide, so the reef evolves into islands -- Homecoming -- To recede like a snail flattening its enquiring horns -- New creatures ease from earth, nostrils nibbling air -- The feel of the village in the afternoon heat, a torpor -- There is nothing except the sun at the end of the street -- The phrases of a patois rooted in this clay hillside -- Never get used to this; the feathery, swaying casuarinas -- Great bursts of exaltation crest the white breaker -- Spain -- Down shortcuts like wounds in the hills, into estate kitchens -- Not the horned head, the beaked visor, the threshing vans -- What is this virulence that eats at the cloth of the altar -- The bamboo stands ready as an army with its plumed banners -- Six Fictions -- I am considering a syntax the colour of slate -- I saw stones that shone with stoniness, I saw thorns -- Alphaeus Prince. What a name! He was one of the Princes -- These lines that I write now, that lack salt and motion -- The sublime always begins with the chord "And then I saw," -- Praise to the rain, eraser of picnics, praise the grey cloud -- Awaking to gratitude in this generous Eden -- If these were islands made from mythologies where -- The sea should have settled him, but its noise is no help -- Italian Eclogues -- She returns to her role as a seagull. The wind -- A Santa Cruz Quartet -- At the end of this line there is an opening door -- Never plotted, never provided with their proper metre -- In late-afternoon light the tops of the breadfruit leaves -- After the plague, the city-wall caked with flies, the smoke's amnesia.".
• catalog title "The bounty / Derek Walcott.".
• catalog type "Poetry. fast".
• catalog type "Proofs (Printing) rbpri".
• catalog type "text".