nice poem by Derek Walcott

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.

Comments

deepa said…
Quite a thought provoking poem. The poet believes in celebrating his life but sad to say all by himself. Of course one's first love should be one's self otherwise the person will not know how to love others.
But frankly this poem leaves the reader with quite an eerie feeling It sounds like a scene straight out of a Pyscho thriller
Anonymous said…
Go Jump u man with a heart of stone

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