It’s been a while since I enjoyed a poem. This one is very easy to love because it’s about loving yourself, a lesson that I hope my bitchy and bitching mind is absorbing. I understand what she’s doing, she wants perfection, but banaye TEAM MILDRED regardless, yea?
If you also suffer the overly harsh criticism of a…a heartless mind, if you spend way too much energy pleading with yourself to give yourself a break, Happy Valentine’s Day!
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 yourself.
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
P.S: Today’s google doodle is sooo sweet. I nearly ran out of office to buy a rope, just so that I could skip like that in the parking lot. Then a nice young man/woman would join me, like in the video, and we’d skip happily ever after, yea?
Like this:
Yay for many posts! Kisses
I lust for Walcott’s brain.
also, it is called a google doodle? I always wondered what it was called
Cute name, yea? Although the whole doodle thing doesn’t seem to have caught on. People aren’t using it. Or is it just me?
As for Walcott, I want to sit on his brain.