Old World New World
Spices and gold once cast a spell
On bearded men in caravels.
New World New World cried history
Old World Old World sighed every tree.
But Indian tribes long long ago
Had sailed this archipelago.
They who were used to flutes of bone
Translated talk of wind on stone.
Yet their feathered tongues were drowned
When discovery beat its drum.
New World New World – spices and gold
Old World Old World – the legends told.
New World New World – cried history
Old World Old World – sighed every tree.
From Under the Moon and over the Sea.
- watching John Agard's moving performance of this poem, in which he describes the inspiration for this poem.
- finding out more about the history of the Caribbean.