“Derek Walcott is a natural poet. Walcott, who turned 84 this year, began writing young. His first poem appeared in a local paper when he was 14, and his first volume, 25 Poems, was self-published when he was 18. ‘Everyone wants a prodigy to fail,’ Rita Dove wrote. ‘It makes our mediocrity more bearable.’ Walcott did not fail . . . ” ―Teju Cole, The New York Times Book Review
“The Poetry of Derek Walcott . . . [is] a rich and beautiful new selection of [Walcott’s] life’s work, edited by Glyn Maxwell . . . Language becomes a means of mastering his surroundings, enabling him to gain an almost magical power over the elements; language is more real to him than reality itself . . . These magician’s powers are rare enough in twentieth-century poetry. But what is even rarer than the ability is the desire to write, as Walcott does, with such abundance and felicity . . .” ―Adam Kirsch, The New Yorker
“Few poets can sustain a collection spanning more than 600 pages and weighing over a kilo. Derek Walcott is one of the rare exceptions, and this is his most comprehensive anthology so far. Covering nearly seven decades, it is testament to an extraordinary talent . . .” ―The Economist
“One important element of Walcott’s poetry is that it’s a political poetry of the anti-repressive variety. He turns what might have been natural contempt for the European marauder into exotic kind of inclusiveness. As a Caribbean man, Walcott’s self-awareness–that is to say, his use of traditional poetic meters inherited from English models–helps him, over time, to produce an art that is absolute and unassailable . . .” ―David Biespiel, The Rumpus
“Walcott is a generous writer in every sense. The expansive, celebratory texture of his verse is instantly recognisable. It moves with ease between city and country, between ‘the snow still falling in white words on Eighth Street’ and the way ‘Sunshine […] stirs the splayed shadows of the hills like moths’ . . .” ―Fiona Sampson, The Guardian
“Walcott is a poet we’re lucky to have writing. He is someone who has devoted his working life to art, in many senses–art as culture, art as craft and even art on canvas . . . the joy of Walcott’s work is that even when he’s at his most rambling, he isn’t tedious. Taken as a whole, this collection gives us a kind of narrative – the story of a poet who is developing even in his eighties, sustained by faith in what poetic forms can do, and the many ways in which those forms can do it.” ―Tom Payne, The Telegraph
“From his earliest poems–such as ‘In My Eighteenth Year,’ written when he was that age — Walcott’s voice is unornamented but carries a profound moral authority. His style is a synthesis of the influences that made the island: equal parts Shakespeare and slang. Walcott speaks ever as an outsider; the closest he gets to belonging is when he speaks for a country that is no one country . . . ” ―Arlice Davenport, The Wichita Eagle
About the Author
Derek Walcott (1930-2017) was born in St. Lucia, the West Indies, in 1930. His Collected Poems: 1948-1984 was published in 1986, and his subsequent works include a book-length poem, Omeros (1990); a collection of verse, The Bounty (1997); and, in an edition illustrated with his own paintings, the long poem Tiepolo’s Hound (2000). His numerous plays include The Haitian Trilogy (2001) and Walker and The Ghost Dance (2002). Walcott received the Queen’s Medal for Poetry in 1988 and the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1992.
Glyn Maxwell was born in Welwyn Garden City, England. He is the author of several collections of poems, has staged several plays in London and New York, and was the poetry editor of The New Republic from 2001 to 2007. He lives in London.