By Derek Walcott:
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 yourself.
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.
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I read this poem when you posted it and thought I commented but obviously didn’t. It has stuck in my mind ever since. I sit down at my own table with a smile, thinking of this. Thanks for posting it.
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So glad you smiled at this.
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