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.
Written by Derek Walcott
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