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, "Love after Love"
Viennese Roses in Pink
Captured in the Volksgarten's Rose Garden in September 2008
Hello Merisi !ReplyDelete
Also beautiful roses !
Wien ist schön...
See You later !
I can so relate to this poem since I've entered the empty nest chapter of my life.ReplyDelete
Now I've got to google Derek Walcott...
Lovely words to go with lovely photo's...such a talent!...as for "key in hand" please do tell me!ReplyDelete
I love Walcott's poems,and this one is wonderful. The flowers are exquisite! How beautiful.ReplyDelete
My dad would just love those roses!ReplyDelete
This seems to a very profound post, combination of words and pictures.ReplyDelete
I agree, thank you! :-)
I wish you lots of joy with discovering Derek Walcott,
I discovered him thanks to one of my favorite Carribean writer, Caryl Philips, and my interest in migration (I highly recommend his non-fiction book, "A New World Order").
and as far as the "key" story is concerned, I'd say only in Vienna, where you can cross the border into other countries so easily. ;-)
A Brush with Color ,
thank you! :-)
I hope to get a chance to get to know your about your favorite Walcott poem! Have you read his "Omeros"?
aren't the so exquisitely lovely?
thank you! :-)
I had dismissed a couple of post ideas, when I decided I wanted something uplifting today. ;-)
Thank you all,
for your always so kind and generous words here!
A wonderful day to all of you,
I must confess, I'm viewing these species of roses for the first time and I'm blown over by their beauty :)ReplyDelete
What a stunningly beautiful rose!ReplyDelete
And a lovely poem by Walcott.
A perfect fit to the roses.
What wonderful shades of pink....like candy....and you always find the perfect words to go with your photos....just lovely, Merisi!ReplyDelete
Merisi: You have wonderful photos on your site, it made it a pleasure to visit.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the heads up on Davids post.
What beautiful roses! I've never seen any quite like them.ReplyDelete
Thanks for stopping by my blog today. Peace - D
The last roses of summer..say it all.ReplyDelete
Gorgeous roses, lovely photos, tender words. Thank you.ReplyDelete
The roses are just beautiful! Lovely words also.ReplyDelete
Gorgeous roses and such a tender post.ReplyDelete
Love the poem too.
Perfect combination of images and words. I, too, will google Walcott. Thanks for the introduction.ReplyDelete
Oh, Merisi and the roses! No one does roses better!ReplyDelete