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Dark August : : by Derek Walcott : : : : So much rain, so much life like the swollen skyof this black August. My sister, the sun,broods in her yellow room and won’t come out. Everything goes to hell; the mountains fumelike a kettle, rivers overrun; still,she will not rise and turn off theContinue reading “Dark August : Derek Walkott : : August Poems : : Months Poems : :”