have never separated the writing of poetry from prayer. I have grown up
believing it is a vocation, a religious vocation.”
– Derek Walcott
Born on the Caribbean island of Saint Lucian on this date in 1930, Walcott was a poet and playwright who won the 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature.He was named for the Griffin Trust For Excellence in Poetry Lifetime Recognition Award in 2015. For Saturday’s Poem, here is Walcott’s,
Love After Love
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.
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