A City\'s Death By Fire
de Derek Walcott(2009)
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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.
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- Derek Walcott
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- 2009
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- 152
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- 1 min
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Derek Walcott. “A City\'s Death By Fire.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/derek-walcott/poezie/a-citys-death-by-fireIntrebari frecvente
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