Love After Love by Derek Walcott


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 images from the mirror. 
Sit. Feast on your life.