'The time will come
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give your heart to itself,
to the stranger who has loved you
all your life,
whom you ignored.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Feast on your life.'
- Derek Walcott
'...Ah, but what can we take along
into that other realm?
Nothing that happened here, nothing....
The sufferings, then.
And, above all, the heaviness,
and the long experience of love - just what is wholly
- from The Ninth Duino Elegy
Rainer Maria Rilke,
translated by Stephen Mitchell
'my apartment is basically a couch, an armchair, and about four thousand books.'
'Here is the Henry I know......Donne's Elegies and Songs and Sonnets. Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe, Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience.'
- Debolina Raja Gupta