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Carol Ann Duffy, CBE, FRSL (born 23 December 1955) is a Scottish poet and playwright. She is Professor of Contemporary Poetry at Manchester Metropolitan University, and was appointed Britain's poet laureate in May 2009. She is the first woman, the first Scot, and the first openly LGBT person to hold the position. Her collections include Standing Female Nude (1985), winner of a Scottish Arts Council Award; Selling Manhattan (1987), which won a Somerset Maugham Award; Mean Time (1993), which won the Whitbread Poetry Award; and Rapture (2005), winner of the T. S. Eliot Prize. Her poems address issues such as oppression, gender, and violence, in an accessible language that has made them popular in schools.)
Wear dark glasses in the rain. Regard what was unhurt as though through a bruise. Guilt. A sick, green tint.…
‘Item I gyve unto my wief my second best bed…' (from Shakespeare's will) The bed we loved in was a spinning world…
'To Ella'. Time was slow snow sieving the night,…
Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then I haven't wished him dead. Prayed for it so hard I've dark green pebbles for eyes, ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle w…
She woke up old at last, alone, bones in a bed, not a tooth in her head, half dead, shuffled and limped downstairs…
One with a broken heart to weep sad buckets. Two with four blue eyes…
If I was dead, and my bones adrift like dropped oars in the deep, turning earth;…
In Mrs Tilscher's class You could travel up the Blue Nile with your finger, tracing the route while Mrs Tilscher chanted the scenery.…
It was late September. I'd just poured a glass of wine, begun to unwind, while the vegetables cooked. The kitchen filled with the smell of itself, relaxed, its steamy breath gently…
We came from our own country in a red room which fell through the fields, our mother singing our father's name to the turn of the wheels. My brothers cried, one of them bawling, Ho…
Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stare at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.…
I remember peeping in at his skyscraper room and seeing him fast asleep. My little man. I'd been in Manhattan a week, making my plans; staying at 2 quiet hotels…
You like safe sounds: the dogs lapping at their bowls; the pop of a cork on a bottle of plonk as your mother cooks;…
In the end, it was nothing more than the toy boat of a boy on the local park's lake,…
A clip of thinder ever the reeftips sends like a bimb going iff! My hurt thimps in my chist.…
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