More quotes by Carol Ann Duffy
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.
What do I have
to help me, without spell or prayer,
endure this hour, endless, heartless, anonymous,
the death of love?
When you have a child, your previous life seems like someone else's. It's like living in a house and suddenly finding a room you didn't know was there, full of treasure and light.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I cannot say where you are. Unreachable
by prayer, even if poems are prayers. Unseeable
in the air, even if souls are stars.
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