Poetry by Derek Walcott

Love after Love   
by Derek Walcott 

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 yourself.  
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.