A thoughtful poem by Derek Walcott.
It’s 4pm on Sunday afternoon, August 16th, here in Ireland and I’ve just been reclining after a lovely walk around Tramore Beach.
I always have a pile of books to hand and my choice today for a relaxing read was this particular favourite:
While reading is a solitary activity, my mind often wanders to what books other people are reading as I’m reading mine. So this is the question I put to you, dear friends.
How fortunate we are to be able to read ~ in terms of both being literate and having the necessary eyesight!
The particular page I’ve been reading is 325 and this gem:
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…
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Thanks very much for the Reblog, Frances. Much appreciated,
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