The time will comeThe beginning made me smile - greeting myself, would I smile?(I think it depends which me it was - the 20-something year old or the 30-something year old).
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.
April 5, 2009
Feast on your life
Just found this wonderful poem by the Nobel laureate Derek Walcott here.
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