The fierce acetylene air has singed their writhing trunks with rust, the same hues as a foundered, peeling barge. The fierce acetylene air has singed their writhing trunks with rust, the same hues as a foundered, peeling barge. – Derek Walcott, The Almond Trees The Almond Trees is my favourite of Derek Walcott’s poems. And [...]
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