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
—From The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson’s Envelope Poems.
See more envelope poems and read the introduction to the book in the November 2013 issue of Poetry.