I kept the gift to myself for a whole week, because I like to re-read beautiful poems, over and over again, until they have been completely absorbed.Time to unleash it, though.
If, for whatever reason, your self-esteem is hiding from you these days.
If your heart is newly broken.
If you are one of those people who gives to the point of depletion.
If you don’t recognize what you see in the mirror anymore.
If you look back at your life and satisfaction is not the first word that comes to mind.
If life has been a bit rough of late.
Then this poem is for you too.
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.
Sir Derek Alton Walcott, KCSL OBE OCC (born 23 January 1930) is a Saint Lucia poet and playwright. He received the 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature.