Poem – Derek Walcott

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I haven’t thought about the fact that I don’t copy any of my own poetry here. Except one. A long time ago. I had planned to do just that and comment on how I remember my frame of mind when I wrote it and/or what the poem means to me today.

But just now I looked over at the window sill behind me and a poem I framed several years ago caught my eye. I framed it because it resonated with me then. It resonated with my soul’s best intentions. It used to hang on the wall in my apartment in Düsseldorf; now it sits in its frame on my window sill along with a statuette of a dancer, a small plant, a candle and some cards.

This poem is taken from Derek Walcott‘s “Collected Poems 1948 – 1984”

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, who you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the lover letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.



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Gerbera Daisies Boxed for the Bedroom Window

The last few weeks have been a watershed of emotions for me both professionally and privately. I am not really sure where my head is right now. I feel bogged down and entangled in so many things. But I will be taking a time-out to the States to deal with some things. I hope I will achieve some clarity on the most important and pressing issues, as well as the inner peace just to ‘Let go and let God’ where all things are concerned.

I don’t know who I will see while I am gone other than immediate family members. I will get in touch with some folks, though, and try to at least talk with them on the phone.

Otherwise… soul searching