A City’s Death By Fire

by Derek Walcott

After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
I wrote the tale by tallow of a city’s death by fire;
Under a candle’s eye, that smoked in tears, I
Wanted to tell, in more than wax, of faiths that were snapped like wire.
All day I walked abroad among the rubbled tales,
Shocked at each wall that stood on the street like a liar;
Loud was the bird-rocked sky, and all the clouds were bales
Torn open by looting, and white, in spite of the fire.
By the smoking sea, where Christ walked, I asked, why
Should a man wax tears, when his wooden world fails?
In town, leaves were paper, but the hills were a flock of faiths;
To a boy who walked all day, each leaf was a green breath
Rebuilding a love I thought was dead as nails,
Blessing the death and the baptism by fire.

NOTE:

I couldn’t actually find the name of this interesting rhyme scheme

(abab cbcb acdecb or acddcb )

If anyone knows, please post in comments !!

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Midsummer, Tobago

Midsummer, Tobago

by Derek Walcott

Broad sun-stoned beaches.

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White heat.
A green river.

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A bridge,
scorched yellow palms

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from the summer-sleeping house
drowsing through August.

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Days I have held,
days I have lost,

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days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.

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