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Ed. Good luck with the one that says posts should be on the topic ! We do tend to wander (or is that wonder; never know which is which) on here!
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No, wolf. There is logic to the whole thread; the only allowance has to be for internal time differences where the post addressing another arrives after one, or more, sent which already addressed it. Read in the sequence as printed gives an appearance of non sequitur , that's all.
And you have to adjust to the Joycean narrative, with its element of stream of consciousness, which is such a feature of AB.
I do hope that nobody thinks that I posted the OP in a spirit of departing from the norms and long traditions of the site.
And you have to adjust to the Joycean narrative, with its element of stream of consciousness, which is such a feature of AB.
I do hope that nobody thinks that I posted the OP in a spirit of departing from the norms and long traditions of the site.
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.
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.
Derek Walcott