Monday, December 15, 2008


Just for you

You know who you are. It will get better.

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.

Derek Walcott

Nice little excerpt!
Lovely little poem.
You lied! Things didn't get better.
Patience dear:)
cha! and here I was thinking finally abeni writing me some love poetry! :-)
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