
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 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 love letters from the bookshelf,

Peel your image from the mirror,
Sit. Feast on your life.
I have been a fan of Derek Walcott for a very long time since reading some of his poems many years ago in a magazine. Still, I was surprised to hear of his winning the Nobel Prize in 1992. Still, reading this poem lately, it came in a period of time that I was putting myself together anew and attempting to reclaim my body and part of my life I had let separate from myself. Again this poet astonishes me for the poem seemed to be what I was looking for, the feelings I was feeling but did not have the words he did. Ah yes, this is what I needed....
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