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

And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was
your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your
to itself, to the stranger who has loved

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

From Collected Poems (N.Y.: Farrar,
Strauss, & Giroux, 1986), p.328