{"id":1807,"date":"2016-03-30T00:00:51","date_gmt":"2016-03-30T04:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/mission-and-identity\/?p=1807"},"modified":"2019-09-18T16:47:51","modified_gmt":"2019-09-18T20:47:51","slug":"wednesday-march-30","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/2016\/03\/30\/wednesday-march-30\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday March 30"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Wednesday late evening, a poem to close a busy day<\/p>\n<p>I was working late last night (a talk in a small town called Tecumseh c. 65 miles from home in Detroit), then a friend whom I drove home. \u00a0Up early to make coffee for this month\u2019s half day Mission Retreat, a beautiful group of women and men who work at the university. \u00a0Then catching up on misc stuff and reading emails until just now. \u00a0When I read a good friend\u2019s email. \u00a0He sent me this poem which, he thinks, sounds like poems that move me.<\/p>\n<p>Right on that it seems. \u00a0This poem makes a place where I feel at home and welcome. \u00a0A good way to end a fine day. \u00a0Perhaps for you too.<\/p>\n<p>If you are up late and read this before sleep, suenos dulce. \u00a0If you see it after you wake on Thursday, have a blest day. \u00a0Either way, the poem should reward you if you read it out loud, with pauses, without hurry.<\/p>\n<p>john sj<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Today\u2019s Post \u00a0 &#8220;Love after Love&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The time will come<br \/>\nwhen, with elation,<br \/>\nyou will greet yourself arriving<br \/>\nat your own door, in your own mirror,<br \/>\nand each will smile at the other\u2019s welcome,<\/p>\n<p>and say, sit here. Eat.<br \/>\nYou will love again the stranger who was your self.<br \/>\nGive wine. Give bread. Give back your heart<br \/>\nto itself, to the stranger who has loved you<\/p>\n<p>all your life, whom you ignored<br \/>\nfor another, who knows you by heart.<br \/>\nTake down the love letters from the bookshelf,<\/p>\n<p>the photographs, the desperate notes,<br \/>\npeel your own image from the mirror.<br \/>\nSit. Feast on your life.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Derek Walcott<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2016\/03\/Derek-Walcott1.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1808\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1808 alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2016\/03\/Derek-Walcott1.jpg\" alt=\"Derek-Walcott1\" width=\"98\" height=\"149\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2016\/03\/Derek-Walcott2.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1809\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1809 alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2016\/03\/Derek-Walcott2.jpg\" alt=\"Derek-Walcott2\" width=\"135\" height=\"81\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>Sir Derek Alton Walcott<\/strong>,\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Order_of_Saint_Lucia\">KCSL<\/a>\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Officer_of_the_Order_of_the_British_Empire\">OBE<\/a>\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Order_of_the_Caribbean_Community\">OCC<\/a>\u00a0(born 23 January 1930) is a\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Saint_Lucia\">Saint Lucian<\/a>&#8211;\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Trinidadian\">Trinidadian<\/a>\u00a0poet and playwright. He received the 1992\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Nobel_Prize_in_Literature\">Nobel Prize in Literature<\/a>.<sup><a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Derek_Walcott#cite_note-1\">[1]<\/a><\/sup>\u00a0He is currently Professor of Poetry at the\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/University_of_Essex\">University of Essex<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wednesday late evening, a poem to close a busy day I was working late last night (a talk in a small town called Tecumseh c. 65 miles from home in Detroit), then a friend whom I drove home. \u00a0Up early &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/2016\/03\/30\/wednesday-march-30\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":139,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[11641],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1807"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/139"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1807"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1807\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1810,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1807\/revisions\/1810"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1807"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1807"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1807"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}