“The
number of people who read a poem is not as important as how the poem affects
those who read it.” – Derek Walcott
Nobel
laureate Walcott, born in January, 1930, was a Saint Lucian poet and
playwright whose works include the Homeric epic poem Omeros, which many
critics view "as his major achievement.
Besides the Nobel, Walcott received many literary awards including an
Obie for his play Dream on Monkey Mountain, a MacArthur Foundation
"genius" award, a Royal Society of Literature Award, and the inaugural
OCM Bocas Prize for Caribbean Literature.
Walcott said he never separated the writing of poetry from prayer. “I have grown up believing it a vocation,” he
said (shortly before his death in 2017), “a religious vocation.”
For Saturday’s Poem, here is
Walcott’s,
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.
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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