Friday, April 27, 2012

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 have 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


Terri Fogarty said...

I look forward to your poetry and you blog. Love you and your wonderful family

Jenny Bonynge said...

Finally found your blog...Lovely poem and oh so true and insightful.

Clare said...

I'm now following you on Twitter @quilterin24, but you won't get much out of me on the quilting front. I'm too busy keeping up with the BBC Radio 4 stuff.