Derek Walcott : Dark August

"So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky,
of this black August....
My sister, the sun,
broods in her yellow room,
and want to come out...."

 "Everything goes to hell, the mountains fume,
  like a kettle, rivers overrun; still she,
  will not rise and turn olff the rain....."

Derek Walcott

Tiada ulasan: