<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Parang</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man, I suck me tooth when I hear<br>How dem croptime fiddlers lie,<br>And de wailing, kiss-me-arse flutes<br>That bring water to me eye!<br>Oh, when I t'ink how from young<br>I wasted time at de fetes,<br>I could bawl in a red-eyed rage<br>For desire turned to regret,<br>Not knowing the truth that I sang<br>At parang and la commette.<br>Boy, every damned tune them tune<br>Of love that go last forever<br>Is the wax and the wane of the moon<br>Since Adam catch body-fever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I old, so the young crop won't<br>Have these claws to reap their waist,<br>But I know 'do more' from 'don't'<br>Since the grave cry out 'Make haste!'<br>This banjo world have one string<br>And all man does dance to that tune:<br>That love is a place in the bush<br>With music grieving from far,<br>As you look past her shoulder and see<br>Like her one tear afterwards</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The falling of a fixed star.<br>Yound men does bring love to disgrace<br>With remorseful, regretful words,<br>When flesh upon flesh was the tune<br>Since the first cloud raise up to disclose<br>The breast of the naked moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Derek+Walcott">Derek Walcott</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368080" data-title="Parang de Derek Walcott" data-description="Man, I suck me tooth when I hear How dem croptime fiddlers lie, And de wailing, kiss-me-arse flutes That bring water to me eye! Oh, when I t'ink how from young I wasted time at de fetes, I could bawl in a red-eyed rage For desire turned to regret,..."></div> </div> </div>

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