fifty two

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 stay, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Go 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.

by Derek Walcott

thanks guys for all of your comments. when i opened this platform and saw all of your comments, i actually cried. you all are so sweet :))

i never actually thought anyone would be interested in my little book of poems--i just started it because I am shit at remembering them and wanted to share them somehow. thanks for putting up with me. I'll try to update faster now that someone cares lol

--K