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Original Title:	Omeros
ISBN:	0374523509 (ISBN13: 9780374523503)
Edition Language:	English
Setting:	Saint Lucia
Literary Awards:	WH Smith Literary Award (1991)

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A poem in five books, of circular narrative design, titled with the Greek name for Homer, which simultaneously charts two currents of history: the visible history charted in events—the tribal losses of the American Indian, the tragedy of African enslavement—and the interior, unwritten epic fashioned from the suffering of the individual in exile.

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Title	:	Omeros
Author	:	Derek Walcott
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Special Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 325 pages
Published	:	June 1st 1992 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux (first published 1990)
Categories	:	Poetry. Fiction. Classics. Literature

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I read this when it came out, and was startled by its ductile grandeur and directness. I aloudread it to various students, in classes, and in large gatherings, for several years. It is simply the best re-working of the Odyssey since Joyce's Ulysses. And of course, Walcott has the daring of poetry; Joyce collapsed into prose.A decade ago I had maybe fifty lines by heart, in short passages, simply because I had aloudread it enough to remember them. The only one that stays with me in my decline is

So, to start off, disclaimers. I rushed through this--I've been busy and don't really have time to read and now was not the time to embark on something as ambitious as Omeros but I was far enough in when I realized that to stop or I knew I would probably never read it. I "read" this poem, but there were large sections of it that I just completely failed to process/comprehend at all and I did not make much of the effort I usually would to remedy that.That being said, here are the thoughts I did

Fantastic !.I sang of quiet Achille, Afolabes son,who never ascended in an elevator,who had no passport, since the horizon needs none,never begged nor borrowed, was nobodys waitor,whose end, when it comes, will be a death by water (320)Men can killtheir own brothers in rage, but the madman who toreAchilles undershirt from one shoulder also toreat his heart. The rage that he felt against Hectorwas shame. To go crazy for an old bailing tincrusted with rust! The duel of these fishermenwas over a

Derek Walcott was born in 1930 in Castries, Santa Lucia. With the publication of Omeros in 1990, Derek Walcott produced a poem in the tradition of the Iliadand the Aeneid. Omeros is an epic poem spanning many years of history, both personal and international, and encompassing the sea and land of his many home lands, it is a tour de force that inspires the reader. Influenced by both Homer and Dante the poet blends references to time past and present, to places in which he lived when young and

Each time I read OMEROS, I get more out of it, and I'll keep working at it. It is brilliant. Walcott threads incantatory and narrative pieces about his native St. Lucia - using both characters native to the island and characters that hail from the imperial conquests; with myriad, complex allusions to some of Homer's salient themes; with a first-person narrator who is exceedingly close to autobiographical. Some musings: I love Major Plunkett's historical research in Book Two, with comments like,

EvocationOmeros, the eight-thousand-line poem that undoubtedly clinched Derek Walcott's Nobel Prize in 1992, is a lithe glistening marvel. Like some mythological creature, it twists and turns before your eyes, seldom going straight, but shifting in space and time, sometimes terrible, sometimes almost familiar, always fascinating. Book-length poems (I am thinking of things like Byron's Don Juan, Browning's The Ring and The Book, and Vikram Seth's The Golden Gate ) might almost be thought of as

I said, "Omeros,"and O was the conch-shell's invocation, mer wasboth mother and sea in our Antillean patois,os, a grey bone, and the white surf as it crashesand spreads its sibilant collar on a lace shore.Omeros was the crunch of dry leaves, and the washesthat echoed from a cave-mouth when the tide has ebbed. I wanted to say poetry has more rules and required training of personal taste, but I found something in this in the end. Even if I hadn't, it would be pitiful indeed to claim a fundamental