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 image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
-Derek Walcott
xoxo b
xoxo b
Thank you, Betsy. Exactly what I needed to hear today. <3
ReplyDeletei agree with the comment above...i've been waiting a long time to hear that. thanks for sharing.
ReplyDelete(and written by a man! he understands how a woman feels almost better than I do)
Thanks for touching base...There were so many things I "could've" written about yesterday but that is one of my favorite poems, ever.
ReplyDelete"To greet yourself arriving at your own door...feast on your life."
xo b