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 loveletters from the bookshelf
The photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
—Derek Walcott
1 comment:
this is wonderful!
I love this poem. Thank you for sharing.
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