time will come when, with elation,
greet yourself arriving at your door, in your own mirror and each will smile at
welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Make
heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved
for all your life, whom you ignored for another
, who knows you by heart.
From the shelf Take down the love letters,
photographs, the desperate notes, peel
from the mirror your image.
Sit down. E 'Feast on your life is on the table.
(Derek Walcott)
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