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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 youall 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.Love After Love
Derek Walcott
(This is the first poem that came to mind to share on National Poetry Day 2010)
(Source: Wikipedia)
Posted on October 7, 2010 with 7 notes
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Love Knows Love
Love knows love and meets with joy
Its face in the beloved heart.
Come in, it says. Sit down and rest!
You must be tired, but tell me! Tell me!
Where have you been, all this time?
What life are you wearing these days?
What dance, what wounds, what joys?Hold me. Say nothing. Just hold me.
The road is too strange and beautiful for words.
Hold me. The silence itself is a wonderful terror to hear.
Love meets love as two twins returning,
As the right hand greeting the left hand.
— It’s YOU! —
In that instant of recognition,
That flight of wonder,
Love is reminding itself
Of the great body of which it is part.Posted on February 14, 2010 with 2 notes
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The day will come when, after harnessing space, the winds, the tides, gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And, on that day, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, 1934, “The Evolution of Chastity” in Toward the FuturePosted on January 6, 2010 with 4 notes
Writer, wilderness rites of passage guide, storyteller, lurcher-walker, forest-roamer, stargazer, bread-baker, poem-speaker and life-lover. Also grows potatoes.
