Tatler magazine
Thank you O Full Moon in Pisces, for all those awesome insights & fresh vows.
Now, the gentleman above is Nobel Prize winning poet & playwright Derek Walcott – the pic is grainy as I tore it out of the mag and scanned it but he is 79. And it’s current! So he has racked up two Saturn Returns and is just a few years off from having his Uranus Return – in Aries and at age 84. Yes, there has been a bit of scandal about him - debated at length – but i was SO impressed by the vision of still-happy, healthy & hot-at-70-something successful poet that i looked at his astro…
Because given that, thank you Saturn, aging/maturity is apparently some sort of stupid condition of birth, it’s awesome to see examples such as Derek W, above. And the Uranus Return at 84ish is like your reward for having tried to be cool & individuated your whole life long + you’ve had to do the Saturn shit as well.
Okay, so he is 2 degrees of Aqua born in 1930, St Lucia – what a life, his grandmothers descended from slaves, his father a Bohemian artist, he became a teenage theatre critic in Trinidad. And he’s got Moon in Scorpio….Mercury Retrograde (a LOT of poets are born when Mercury Retrograde – i need to get my imaginary astrological intern onto researching this) & DW has Venus, Mars +Saturn in Capricorn. God, anything in Cap makes peeps age well. Pluto opposes from Cancer. Sex drive. Life drive. Primordial.
Neptune trines his Saturn which is just beautiful synergy for a successful and acclaimed poet – the easy combination of the Muse with the Sage, artistic talent with biz sense et al. And Jupiter trines his Sun for a beautiful boost of luck + charisma.
This poem of his is SENSATIONAL and so apt for post-Full Moon in Pisces, with Pluto nearly Direct…And maybe, it’s how you feel at Uranus Return???
Love After Love by Derek Walcott
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.
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