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Books on Caribbean Writers
Kenneth Ramchand, ed.
West
Indian Narrative: An Introductory Anthology. Nelson Thornes
Ltd; Rev Ed edition (June 1980)
Laurence A. Breiner,
Black Yeats: Eric Roach and the Politics of Caribbean
Poetry. Peepal Tree Press Ltd., 2007
Laurence A. Breiner,
An Introduction toe West Indian Poetry. Cambridge
University Press, 2003
Eric Roach,
The Flowering Rock. Peepal
Tree Press Ltd, 1991
Eric Merton Roach,
father of Colin Roach, was born 1915 at
Mount Pleasant Tobago. After a secondary
education at Bishop's High School, Tobago, he entered
the teaching profession. In 1939, he joined the army in
Trinidad and served as a volunteer with the South
Caribbean forces during World War II.
His first poems, some written
as Merton Maloney, date from this period. After a
short stint in the Civil Service, he worked as a
journalist with the Trinidad Guardian and The
Nation. He was also a regular contributor to the
BBC Caribbean Voices programme.
At the age of 39, he
turned his attention to writing and produced many short
stories, poems, plays, articles, and a radio serial.
He married in 1952 and in 1954
he left his job to devote his time to writing. By 1960,
though he had accumulated an impressive body of work,
including many anthologised poems and publication in
Bim, Kyk-over-Al and other journals, there
were no offers of publication and he returned to
teaching.
In 1961, he
moved to Trinidad where he worked chiefly as a
journalist. In 1973, he again resigned in order to
devote more time to his writing. In 1972, he had
published a fiercely critical review of the new
Caribbean poetry published in Savacou ¾ (‘Tribe
Boys vs Afro-Saxons’) and in the absence of the
publication of his own poetry of this period, which was
indeed much closer in spirit to the Savacou collection
than his somewhat intemperate review suggested, he was
widely castigated for what were perceived as reactionary
views.
Almost equally, he was
taken up as a stick with which to beat the leading
figures in the Caribbean revolution in the arts by its
opponents. In the process, Roach’s own poetry was
ignored. In 1974, leaving behind ‘Finis’, a suicide note
transformed into art, Roach drank insecticide and swam
out to sea at Quinam Bay, itself the subject of a fine
poem ‘At Quinam Bay’ full of intimations of wearied
ending.
Source:
Eric Roach Collection
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Eric Merton Roach,
The Flowering Rock: Collected Poems, 1938-1974.
Peepal Tree Press Ltd, 1991
This collection brings
together for the first time the work of one of the
Caribbean's major poets. It collects the poems published
in journals between 1938-1973, Roach's early
pseudonymous work and a substantial selection of his
unpublished poems from manuscript. The collection is
edited and introduced by Professor Kenneth Ramchand.
—Publisher,
Peepal Tree Press
the most splendid voice
of the Caribbean Renaissance
(1948-1972) . . . precious confounded Yeatsian & still
utterly Caribbean statements.
—Kamau
Brathwaite
This is an
extremely important book. Before its appearance no
literary historian or critic, let alone lover of poetry,
will have been able to measure the full richness of West
Indian poetic creation. One always suspected that Eric
Roach was one of the major West Indian poets. This book
consolidates his name in a pantheon which includes at
least Claude McKay, Derek Walcott, Louise Bennett,
Martin Carter
and Kamau Brathwaite.
I think what I respond to most is Roach's passion for
the land and the people, both of which are so clearly
and categorically West Indian. The intense feeling that
informs his best poetry - and so much of the poetry is
good - expresses a very specific yearning for a shared
identity which will leap over island isolation and bind
together our fragmented historical consciousness into a
coherent whole.
—Ian
McDonald
This first
publication of Roach’s poetic corpus is quite simply a
major literary event.
— Laurence
Breiner
Source:
http://www.Peepal Tree Press
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Poems by Eric Roach
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Finis
night casts
its blanket
on the wood
blacker than blindness
nothing breaks midnight now
the fireflies died
life’s candles flickered out
darkness has entered
at the pores of love
and joy and grief
and art and song
now sound is silence
silence
silence
a man has passed
into the heart of darkness
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The Flowering Rock
In fierce hot noons
Neath homestead trees
Our village girls
Breastfeed their young
Whose cradle is a song,
And in our valley
The stream water croons
Cool rhythms among stones.
Our hearts break not
Though they are ever broken,
A froth of laughter
Tops our sea of sorrows,
our singing sighs like zephyrs
In night silence:
Our voices bear the tracery of tears,
The burden of their cadence.
Oh from gaunt rock
As white as sanctity
The lily blooms:
Essence of darkness is
Too pure for fragrance,
The distilled stone,
The still voice of the skeleton.
This is our symbol -
Beauty famous in the slum;
The hungry boy who
Tomorrow shall become
The country’s hero;
The black loam bears him,
He breeds recurrent
In our fertile womb.
Day breaks, my darling:
Night, cast with eldritch dreams
Shrinks from these shores,
Light flickers on horizons;
Our souls like sunflowers
Turn toward the dawning:
Our hope begins its orisons.
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Source:
Eric Merton Roach
The Flowering Rock: Collected
Poems, 1938-1974 |
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