Love After Love
I would not describe myself as a poetry fan. While it is probably obvious that I love words, poetry often seems to fly over my head.
However, sometimes I come across a piece of poetry that flies right into my head and travels until it lodges itself in my heart where it stays forever like a beautiful song that I never tire of hearing.
This is the case with Derek Walcott’s Love After Love, which lives on an orange piece of paper stuck to my kitchen cupboard with stickers for a frame.
Since it was the inspiration for this blog’s title, I thought it made sense to share.
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.
These days, I do feast on my life.
I do not feast on my life because it is perfect and worry free. I do not feast on my life because I have everything I want. I feast on what I have learned from my life up to now and the delicious possibilities that lie ahead..
I feast on the reality that my future will not be my past and I know this because the present is not my past.
The truth is, I’m not sure I really understood what that meant until now…