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Love after Love by Derek Walcott

Narration by Liz of RandomReadings
Music by Geoff Harvey from Pixabay
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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.

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  • @chickenporkadob0
    @chickenporkadob03 ай бұрын

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  • @Lili-Benovent
    @Lili-BenoventАй бұрын

    THE LOST AND BESOTTED - Lili Full moon tonight, would you like to play? Come with me to the woods tonight We’ll take a drop of the Witches brew soaked in Mandrake root. Oh yes The marsh and bog won’t slow us down, the moon will show the meadow bright You’ll lay with me on the wet dew grass, the Spirits all will bless The love will flow like a torrent fast, the coupling goes on for ages We’ll last all night, through the laughter joy, until the morning light. - You’ll become besotted, deep in love, but I’ve stolen your true Spirit It was nothing but a night of love and now I own your soul There’ll be many more I’ll take along, they’ll all become my slaves They’ll procure the sweet young flesh, the blood to fill our bowl And when the number counts to ten, the first three all will die I’ll take three more to the meadow deep, slaves we will control. - They can’t resist the lure of sex and then we share our blood Oh pretty please my handsome man you don’t know what’s in store The Coven takes, the Coven gives, and you will give your life Hypnosis deep and potions strong, Succumb to Satan’s whore Chained far in the forest now confusion fills your mind Go steal the young when we demand, this is the Sabbats lore. - And when we’ve finished with your soul you’ll sink into the mire Replaced with others young and strong who cry to do our bidding There’s forests deep all through the land and secrets very dire People lost might wander through, lost forever or just hidden We’ll keep them lost till Sabbats time and then they’ll join our throng The wine the Blood, the Water, Life. Be lost or come, belong. Blessed be.

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