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 yourself. 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, and the desperate
notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Derek Walcott, Collected Poems 1948-1984, New York, Farrar Straus Giroux, 1986
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