Monday, 19 November 2012

LITERARY CORNER: "The Planter's Daughter"


When night stirred at sea
And the fire brought a crowd in,
They say that her beauty
Was music in mouth
And few in the candlelight
Thought her too proud,
For the house of the planter
Is known by the trees.

Men that had seen her
Drank deep and were silent,
The women were speaking
Wherever she went---
As a bell that is rung
Or a wonder told shyly,
And O she was the Sunday
In every week.

-         Austin Clarke


"So what do you think the Poet is trying to say?"








Note: For an interesting discussion on the above poem, go to

Clarke, Austin. “The Planter’s Daughter.”  The Celtic Quest: An Anthology from Merlin
            To Van Morrison.  Ed. Jane Lahr.  New York: Welcome Books, 2007.

1 comment:

  1. This is the weakest poem, a man can read...

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