|05-20-2006, 01:50 AM||#1|
Join Date: Apr 2006
doppelganger - dop·pel·gäng·er or dop·pel·gang·er (dpl-gngr, -gng-) n. A ghostly double of a living person, especially one that haunts its fleshly counterpart.
[German, a double : doppel, double (from French double. See double) + Gänger, goer (from Gang, a going, from Middle High German ganc, from Old High German).]
|09-23-2007, 09:05 AM||#14|
Join Date: Sep 2003
Location: between the click of the light and the start of the dream
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.
~ Derek Walcott ~
|09-23-2007, 09:19 AM||#15|
Join Date: Mar 2007
^That's weird, I almost posted this the other day in the beautiful thread, and it's definitely a doppleganger for that one.
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.
"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"
"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.
-- George Herbert
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