Old Irish: Cold is the wind
Riley: He is not dead. He is just away

Derek Walcott: Half my friends are dead

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Sea Canes

Half my friends are dead.
I will make you new ones, said earth.
No, give me them back, as they were, instead,
with faults and all, I cried.

Tonight I can snatch their talk
from the faint surf's drone
through the canes, but I cannot walk

on the moonlit leaves of ocean
down that white road alone,
or float with the dreaming motion

of owls leaving earth's load.
O earth, the number of friends you keep
exceeds those left to be loved.

The sea canes by the cliff flash green and silver;
they were the seraph lances of my faith,
but out of what is lost grows something stronger

that has the rational radiance of stone,
enduring  moonlight, further than despair,
strong as the wind, that through dividing caves

brings those we love before us as they were,
with faults and all, not nobler, just there.

      --Derek Walcott (1930- ) in Derek Walcott: Collected Poems 1948-1984 (1986) originally published in Sea Grapes (1971)

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