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| A page from one of my art journals. |
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.
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.
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.
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Wunderbar geworden, ich mag dein Gedicht richtig gerne.Wusste gar nicht das du auch so ein poetisches Geschick hast.Mach doch mal was über deinen Urlaub im Hotel Passeiertal !Das wäre echt toll.LG Ronda
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