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 image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
No matter how good the book - it is well conceived and written - this poem is the gem. If this poem reaches your heart, your soul, think about reading more of Derek Walcott's poems. He was rightly honoured with the 'Nobel Prize For Literature'.