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 own image from the mirror. 

Sit. Feast on your life. 

Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott is a Saint Lucian poet and playwright.
He received the 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature. 

Photo: Karl Ignaczak

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I have had some fleeting

I have had some fleeting experiences of such a time and they have been as beautiful as this poem and image.
I wish them for all of us.

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