In Waves of the Sea, Haiti is not just a place for Widly Jean. It is a presence, a memory, a wound, but also a hope. Perhaps that is why, even when the sea continually carries him away, the poet continues to hold a shore in his mind: a Haiti he has yet to stop dreaming of.
Waves of the sea carry me,
They drop me at the feet of Madam Kolo.
With my eyes closed, I dream of clear eyes.
In the midst of the crossroads of four miseries,
two mismatched shoes
will take the sun's heat of life
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