on the egrets of the title--"abrupt angels", beautiful and vital--to stand for everything that matters to him as he enters his ninth decade. Their "electric stab" is a cipher for mental acuity; their voraciousness echoes his own ("We share one instinct, that ravenous feeding," he explains, "my pen's beak, plucking up wriggling insects/like nouns and gulping them"). Finally, and crucially, their ubiquity becomes a buttress against mortality.from Sarah Crown: The Guardian: White Egrets by Derek Walcott
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