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Omeros

Students grabbed Walcott’s representation of a seasonal storm:

all the village could do was listen to the gods in session,

playing any instruments that came into their craniums,

the harp-sighing ripple of a hither-and-zithering sea,

the knucklebone pebbles, the abrupt Shango drums

made Neptune-rock in the caves. Fete start!