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Septiembre 21, 2006
This new feeling has not changed me...
This new feeling has not changed me, it has not made me happy, it has not given me any sudden illumnation, as I dreamed it would, any more than my feeling for my son did. It has also been no surprise. But whether it's faith or not - I don't know what it is - through suffering this feeling too has imperceptively entered into me rooted itself firmly in my soul.
I'll go on getting angry at Ivan the coachman, I'll go on arguing, go on expressing my ideas inappropriately, there will still be a wall between the inmost shrine of my soul and other people, including my wife; I'll go on blaming her because of my own fears, then repent; I'll go on not understanding with my reason why I pray, and go on praying - but from now on my life, my whole life, no matter what happens to me, every second of it, is not only not meaningless as it was before, but it has the incontestable meaning of the goodness I have the power to put into it!
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Posted by sarita at 10:56 PM
Septiembre 8, 2006
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 yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself,
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
Posted by sarita at 10:42 AM