you emerged at the end of dawn dressed in orange
self-effacing as a sea wrapped in blue
repeating the high heavens.
You should dance and so you should dance
you turn and rinse long hands of rain;
around the coast all your companions are rooted,
the rain drums, the coffee sheds its bitter beads,
the beachhead heaves its sigh of spume,
whosoever rails at the sea ‘whore, whore’ shall not rest
in the green plantations.
~ Irvin Desir
While his poetry has not yet been collected, Irvin Desir’s work has drawn the admiration of his contemporaries. His manuscript collection ‘Poems of renewal’ awaits publication.