Saturday, 18 March 2017
Goodbye Old Friend
I love Caribbean, its islands and its people. They idealize for me moments of light, bright, happy and relaxation times.
When I am not there I read and watch and imagine things Caribbean.
One of the poets I read often is Derek Walcott, a St Lucia poet & Nobel laureate. He passed away yesterday at the age of 87. May he RIP.
"The sea is always present. It's always visible. All the roads lead to it. I consider the sound of the sea to be part of my body". Such beautiful words from this old friend.
Here is a poem of his called 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 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.