The Arkansas Testament
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Derek Walcott's eighth collection of poems, The Arkansas Testament, is divided into two parts--"Here," verse evoking the poet's native Caribbean, and "Elsewhere." It opens with six poems in quatrains whose memorable, compact lines further Walcott's continuous effort to crystallize images of the Caribbean landscape and people.
For several years, Derek Walcott has lived mainly in the United States. "The Arkansas Testament," one of the book's long poems, is a powerful confrontation of changing allegiances. The poem's crisis is the taking on of an extra history, one that challenges unquestioning devotion.
Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott nació en 1930 en Claistres, capital de la antigua colonia británica de Santa Lucía, una isla en las Pequeñas Antillas. Hijo de un pintor británico que murió cuando él contaba un año de edad y nieto de esclavos, a esta mezcla de culturas hay que añadir que su familia fuera protestante en una comunidad donde predominaba el catolicisimo. Estudió en el University College of the West Indies. Es fundador de Trinidad Theater Workshop, y autor de numerosas obras de teatro y libros de poesía. Entre sus obras traducidas al castellano figuran: Islas, El testamento de Arkansas, La voz del crepúsculo, La abundancia. En cuanto a Omeros, está considerada como su obra maestra y fue galardonada con el premio W. H. Smith. En 1992 le fue concedido el Premio Nobel. Foto © Lisbeth Salas
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The Arkansas Testament - Derek Walcott
HERE
The Lighthouse
I
Under his photographer’s shroud,
the mountain facing our town
focussed the sunset, pressed a cord—
all the street lamps flashed on.
I swivel his creaking set
of postcards fifty years later:
the lighthouse, a silhouette
of sloops on fiery water.
Stars pierce their identical spots
over Castries; they repeat
those to-be-connected dots
in a child’s book, which I complete
lamp by lamp up to La Place.
A night with white rum on its breath
walks with me at funeral pace
to lengthen the town. Underneath
the market’s arc lamp, a crowd
is heckling some speaker. A face
peers at me, then loosens its screwed
squint. Shouts. The hand-pumping farce
of old times! From the headland,
briefly catching the gusty wicks
of black sea grapes, the minute hand
of the luminous dial sticks
at the New Jerusalem Bar.
I order a flask of Old Oak.
The crowd follows a different star
now, but with an old patois joke
he unscrews the cap with a squint,
then gargles the politician’s
harangue. In no time, I’m bent
double with laughter. Once,
he could lift hysterical fans
on the hook of an eyebrow. Their noise
is now for the speaker. Black hands
in a corner slap down dominos.
Wiping wet eyes with wet palms,
aching from all those distraught
recollections in double rums,
we split up on the dark street.
I to the black promontory
of Vigie, the dots sprinkled on
in its villas. He to a glori-
ous piss, and a sleep. A full moon
rose at the end of the road,
minting the harbour with scales.
A coin, tossed once overhead,
that stuck there, not heads or tails.
The road, held up to its light
would show, like a negative,
the days I walked there; I recite
to that zero all I believe.
By the airport, across dim grave-
stones, the seraphic beam revolves
its white lance. Shawled waves
spread the lace of altar cloths.
From wayside bushes, a girl’s
laughter. A lit shack. Your kerosene
lamp, Philomene, that a Bible’s
thin pages of calico screen.
Unaging moonlight falls
on the graves; penknives of grass
incise other initials
on scarred desks that were ours.
But he, that lovely actor
lost in the post office! Stripped.
A superfluous character
written out of the script.
Apart from one trip abroad,
he stayed here fifty years. Fifty.
He moves with his island, the blade
of the lighthouse dips in the sea.
So, when some street lamp echoed
our ring of boys breaking up,
was the moon, rolled from its cloud,
the dice in a gambler’s cup
that sent him home to a boy’s
daydreams on a crowded bed?
Tonight I laughed at the voice,
not the graying, socketed head.
Does any pattern connect
the domino dots of these stars
with the black slabs ranged erect
in the palms of those gamblers?
In my room, the air conditioner’s
freezing. It drips. Its racked hum
excludes you, Philomene, and the stars
in your coal pot. The heat of home.
As soon as its noise rattles off,
the surf, or a frenzy of palms,
hisses, "You had losses. Enough.
You can’t hold them all in your arms.
"For more care in the craft of verse,
kneel, for the sand’s moonlit linen.
For hills that ignore the moon’s curse
and sleep with their window open.
"Sleep, sleep. Tomorrow, the dread
of what may drop out of the blue."
I cannot, the levelling blade
flashes on faces I knew.
The house where we used to live,
its vine-twined verandah gone,
is a printery now; not a leaf
will curl from its pillars again.