31 today
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, "Love after Love"
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, "Love after Love"
posted by Maria Petrova at 12:57 AM
2 Comments:
Dear girl,
I am sorry that I missed this day. It is the sort of thing that should be celebrated with elation.
many more to you and yourn!!!
hearts!
ah, mimi.
I loved this. I remember feeling this particular feeling first when I turned 30. I realized I was my own best friend; I knew my best intentions and my hopes and I did my best to help me out. Such a welcome part of maturity,to gain this self-love.
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