Feast on your Life

Jeg er i gang med at læse The Time Traveller's Wife af Audrey Niffenegger og snublede over det her fine digt af Derek Walcott. Nogle gange kan digte sige mere end en 500-siders lang roman...


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.

- Derek Walcott