Jon Kabat-Zinn reading Derek Walcott's "Love After Love"
Jon Kabat-Zinn reading Derek Walcott's "Love After Love"
Love After Love
Published on:
Jan 25, 2020
Jon Kabat-Zinn reading Derek Walcott's "Love After Love"
Jon Kabat-Zinn reading Derek Walcott's "Love After Love"
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.
Sit. Feast on your life.
(To listen, click the link in the title...)
Jon Kabat-Zinn reading Derek Walcott's "Love After Love"
Jon Kabat-Zinn reading Derek Walcott's "Love After Love"
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.
Sit. Feast on your life.
(To listen, click the link in the title...)
Jon Kabat-Zinn reading Derek Walcott's "Love After Love"
Jon Kabat-Zinn reading Derek Walcott's "Love After Love"
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.
Sit. Feast on your life.
(To listen, click the link in the title...)
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