Words, Wide Night

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.

by Carol Ann Duffy

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Comments (4)

An unusual poem from this poet, not one of her usual subjects.
She has the gift of turning words into guided missiles; small neutron bombs of everyday passion.
I like this poet's voice- it is so innovative and fresh
More should be heard from this magical lyricist.