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, Collected Poems, 1948-1984
This poem is a very recent discovery for me, and as always happens when a truly amazing poem finds me, it’s been pinging around in my head and echoing in my heart ever since, so of course it was a must share for my own blog. I owe this wonderful find to David J Bauman, and his terrific blog, The Dad Poet. David is as creative as he is insightful; a true poetry fiend. You won’t want to miss what he says about Walcott’s poem: