Este bello poema de Derek Walcott, «Después de la tormenta«, es una fotografía exacta de un paisaje estrellado mientras se navega en el mar después de una tormenta. Una bonita reflexión sobre la vida que nos ofrece este poeta que pasó la mayor parte de su vida viviendo en Santa Lucía. Una larga estancia que le proporcionó toda la sabiduría sobre la naturaleza que posteriormente plasmaría en sus poemas, dotándolos de una belleza inusual.
after the storm
There are so many islands!
As many islands as the stars at night
on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken
like falling fruit around the schooner Flight.
But things must fall,and so it always was,
on one hand Venus,on the other Mars;
fall,and are one,just as this earth is one
island in archipelagoes of stars.
My first friend was the sea.Now,is my last.
I stop talking now.I work,then I read,
cotching under a lantern hooked to the mast.
I try to forget what happiness was,
and when that don’t work,I study the stars.
Sometimes is just me,and the soft-scissored foam
as the deck turn white and the moon open
a cloud like a door,and the light over me
is a road in white moonlight taking me home.
Shabine sang to you from the depths of the sea.
después de la tormenta
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