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We are pleased to join Graced Communications and taking part in Poetry Project, which is beautiful initiative to share our favourite Poetry with the world and share our thoughts. 



Love after Love 


The time will come

when, with elation,

you will great 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 photograph, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.


Derek Walcott



                           Summer is income in, 1902 by Herbert Arnold Olivier, Oil on Canvas


“Human connections are a natural flow of life, and this is how collectives and societies are formed, by need of belonging somewhere. Now, during a pandemic, it's very difficult for most of us to be separated from others and face time alone; this is the time we can become best friends with ourselves and we definitely should try, because you always have to be with yourself, so we need to make it a great partnership. 

We like to share things, cook, buy food, be cheerful, do things for others and with others; somehow, these things are hard to do for ourselves. Sometimes we think we are not worth the effort. 

Walcott invites the reader to look at themselves deeply in the eyes and see oneself. Love, cherish and treat yourself with kindness, and when you recognise who you are, with all faults, and be happy with that, then you will see that you are no less worthy of kindness than our friends and guests. You will be able to speak kindly and politely to yourself.

This poem is about self-love, self-care, self-nurturing, about embracing loneliness and being alone. The essence of existence is to come to terms with oneself, learning to like and accept ourselves.”