The Fist by Derek Walcott
The way I panic and can’t breathe, drowning in a dream. The way I wake up gasping, not knowing where I’ve been.
The Fist
Derek WalcottThe fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has movedpast love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.
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This is from Collected Poems 1948-1984 by Derek Walcott, published by Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1986.
Michelle
That bit at the beginning was well wrought…hope the fist lets go +
“Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.+
kali
such a melancholy poem and a melancholy site. i love them both! they resonate with me glad i found you and Derek Walcott (again).