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Map of the New World


     I Archipelagoes


At the end of this sentence, rain will begin.
At the rain's edge, a sail.


Slowly the sail will lose sight of islands;
into a mist will go the belief in harbours
of an entire race.


The ten-years war is finished.
Helen's hair, a grey cloud.
Troy, a white ashpit
by the drizzling sea.


The drizzle tightens like the strings of a harp.
A man with clouded eyes picks up the rain
and plucks the first line of the Odyssey.

Written by Derek Walcott

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