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...
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
6 comments:
Just what I needed to hear after so many bad weeks behind me. Thanks.
yeah, at least you know you're not alone eh?
:]
Sometimes I need reminding that I am not alone because there are times that I think I have do it all alone.
Hemingway always knew exactly how to put the most difficult feelings into words
he did. it's terribly sad that he was so sad. i don't believe that artists need to be tortured souls in order to create magnificent things. there are many things to be happy about and it is our choice, always.
cristina, you never have to do anything alone. never. and i pray for you. :]
Thank you Karlee. We need to go have lunch sometime soon.
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