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.
I will admit that I have struggled with Derek’s
poetry from my days at A ‘Level. I fear I set up a mental block to all his work, giving away a copy of the only text I owned of his work with ease. When I thought of dedicating April for poetry posts round the 1st, he immediately came to mind but I dismiss the idea. However, last week I felt that nudge that I could not deny, so I went through some notes, here and there. Voilà, I found his poem ‘Love After Love’ and my heart melted, I felt like laughing and crying at the same time. I read the words so many times in my head and out loud, that I became seeing a physical scene: Me and Life loving each other. Sigh