Love After Love
by Derek Walcott
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.
Thats a lovely one with which I have been in love ever since I saw it sometime last year.
Everyone loves poetry loves a section of all that is known to him/her. This slice keeps changing as he/she changes. I intend this blog to be a section where I could share the slice I am in love with at the moment. Currently, I am seeking a balance between communicating and hiding what I want to say in my poems and feel that to be any good a poem has to communicate as well as hide
Sunday, March 12, 2006
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