I live on the water

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I live on the water,
alone. Without wife and children.
I have circled every possibility
to come to this:

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a low house by grey water,
with windows always open
to the stale sea. We do not choose such things,

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but we are what we have made.
We suffer, the years pass,
we shed freight but not our need
for encumbrances. Love is a stone

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that settled on the sea-bed
under grey water. Now, I require nothing

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from poetry but true feeling,
no pity, no fame, no healing. Silent wife,
we can sit watching grey water,

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and in a life awash
with mediocrity and trash
live rock-like.

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I shall unlearn feeling,
unlearn my gift. That is greater
and harder than what passes there for life.

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DEREK WALCOTT

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