The Boston Globe, April 25th, 1993
It's Oct. 8, just about dawn, the hour of paperboys and doughnut makers. The sun does a coy fan dance behind scattered clouds, as Indian summer tries to shrug off the hint of a frost. Poet Derek Walcott is up early as usual, writing at the desk in his Brookline condominium. He's wrestling with a particularly peevish quatrain when the Swedish Academy calls with the news. He has won the 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature. The first call is the sweet one, but the phone soon becomes an irritable intrusion. NPR and NBC call. CNN and CBS and every other network in the business want a "live" comment. A ...
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