Omeros is the Greek name for Homer and though Derek Walcott's protagonists, Achille and Philoctete, are simple fishermen, they and their tribulations take on the specific gravity and resonance of their mythic Greek namesakes. Walcott's magnificent poem charts both the visible history of events and the interior, unwritten epic fashioned from the suffering of the individual in exile.
'Derek Walcott has moved with gradually deepening confidence to found his own poetic domain, independent of the tradition he inherited yet not altogether orphaned from it . . . The Walcott line is still sponsored by Shakespeare and the Bible, happy to surprise by fine excess. It can be incantatory and self-entrancing . . . It can be athletic and demotic . . . It can compel us with the almost hydraulic drag of its words.' Seamus Heaney
'For almost forty years his throbbing and relentless lines kept arriving in the English language like tidal waves, coagulating into an archipelago of poems without which the map of modern literature would effectively match wallpaper. He gives us more than himself or "a world"; he gives us a sense of infinity embodied in the language.' Joseph Brodsky
Industry Reviews
"No poet rivals Mr. Walcott in humor, emotional depth, lavish inventiveness in language, or the ability to express the thoughts of his characters and compel the reader to follow the swift mutations of ideas and images in their minds. This wonderful story moves in a spiral, replicating human thought, and in the end, surprisingly, it makes us realize that history, all of it, belongs to us."-Mary Lefkowitz, "The New York Times Book Review" (an Editors' Choice/Best Book of 1990 selection)
"Characters come fully and movingly to life in Walcott's hands; black and white are treated with equal understanding and sympathy as they go their complicated ways . . . Wit and verbal play . . . enliven every page of this extraordinary poem . . . A constant source of surprise and delight from stanza to stanza, a music so subtle, so varied, so exquisitely right that it never once, in more than eight thousand lines, strikes a false note."-Bernard Knox, "The New York Review of Books"
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