Love after love
The time will come when, with elation,you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say,
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.
~Derek Walcott
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1 comment:
ah! it is a good poem. thanks for the little mention! hope all is well.
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