I heard this poem again yesterday and learned it by heart so I can recite it slowly at the brandy stage of dinner parties, like Uncle Monty in Withnail. I always thought this thread should have gone on forever, BTW. Love after love, by Derek Walcott 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.