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.

by Derek Walcott

Comments (3)

........most interesting and true, ★ One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
I really really liked this poem. Would refer people to John Richter for more intelligent discussions about Emily Dickinson and her works.
Emily's life is a little sad to me. As a young woman she had the opportunity to travel and study at college, something most young girls of her time were not allowed. She developed many great friendships during that time, as well as an unbridled passion for poetry. After returning to her home, where she stayed the rest of her life, she kept her friendships strong by exchanging letters. As the years passed many of her distant loving friends died, leaving her feeling lonelier and lonelier. With most poets I dare not try to fit their poems into their lives, knowing a lot of it could be just artistic banter. But in this case I relent, as I'm certain Emily was treating us to a very special part of her own feelings. A midnight gallop - stone's a'chase represents the fear that might come from a runaway horse and carriage, running as fast and wildly as it can, dangerously through the cobblestone streets of a town. Many of us today can't understand this, but many a pedestrian was killed by runaway horses in congested areas back then. What is more ghastly than a ghost in front of you? One inside of you, chalked with loneliness....... I love Emily Dickinson.