(9 June 1791 – 10 April 1852 / New York City, New York)

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.

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I like it because it touched my heart
i have a question which place has the poet compared to home
I love this poem when i read this
The words are heart rending and no translation in any language can do it any justice.
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