Thank you, Chris!
I ended my first book, A Good Home, with excerpts from two poems that I love: William Wordsworth’s ode to the fields he played in as a child, and Nobel laureate Derek Walcott’s powerful reassurance.
William Wordsworth, from “Intimations of Immortality”:
“Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.”
Derek Walcott, from “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.”
Unknown to me, thousands of readers across the world would read my book, and some would return, time and again, to this last reassuring chapter.
So would I. As I…
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