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“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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Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott

Derek Walcott, born on January 23, 1930, and died on March 17, 2017, was a renowned poet. His poetry, characterized by its unique style and profound humanistic concern, has won him the Nobel Prize in Literature. more

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