tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post220242209518590011..comments2024-03-10T10:05:51.113-07:00Comments on misswhistle: The JourneyMiss Whistlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103831095827005334noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-82237586735615273232011-07-31T13:50:20.944-07:002011-07-31T13:50:20.944-07:00Both the Oliver & the Walcott in the Comments ...Both the Oliver & the Walcott in the Comments from jongleuse have deep meaning for me. I'm grateful for them. And, as I've mentioned, Bumble, I'm also grateful to you for the series of poems you've been posting recently.Katherine C. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08834591103511225376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371572.post-21000284187310337862011-07-29T15:31:55.221-07:002011-07-29T15:31:55.221-07:00Hello. Am sure you know this Walcott but wanted to...Hello. Am sure you know this Walcott but wanted to send it to you anyway:<br /><br />Love After Love<br /><br />The time will come <br />when, with elation <br />you will greet yourself arriving <br />at your own door, in your own mirror <br />and each will smile at the other's welcome, <br /><br />and say, sit here. Eat. <br />You will love again the stranger who was your self. <br />Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart <br />to itself, to the stranger who has loved you <br /><br />all your life, whom you ignored <br />for another, who knows you by heart. <br />Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, <br /><br />the photographs, the desperate notes, <br />peel your own image from the mirror. <br />Sit. Feast on your life.jongleusehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06754014776263314905noreply@blogger.com