Doing my work yesterday I came across a man called Herbert Beerbohm Tree, a Shakespearean actor from the 1800s… why is this important, I hear you ask. LOOK AT HIM:
I genuinely thought I had turned the page over to Tom Hiddleston. But the book I was looking at was written before Hiddles became super famous.
No wonder he’s so into Shakespeare.
And here we have proof that Tom Hiddleston is a Shakespeare loving vampire.
—Love After Love by Derek Walcott
Poems that make men cry - Sunday Times Magazine - Mar 30, 2014
Tom Hiddleston | Love After Love, by Derek Walcott
I read this poem often, once a month at least. In the madness and mayhem of modern life, where every man seems committed to an endless search for the approval and esteem of his fellows and peers, no matter what the cost, this poem reminds me of a basic truth: that we are, as we are, “enough”. Most of us are motivated deep down by a sense of insufficiency, a need to be better, stronger, faster; to work harder; to be more committed, more kind, more self-sufficient, more successful. But this short poem by Derek Walcott is like a declaration of unconditional love. It’s like the embrace of an old friend. He brings us to an awareness of the present moment, calm and peaceful, and to a feeling of gratitude for everything we have. I read it to my dearest friends after dinner once, and to my family at Christmas, and they started crying, which always, unfailingly, makes me cry.