I write in that space between Ella's childhood and mine. I know it all sounds a bit sinister. — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
Having a child takes you back to all those parts of your own childhood that you had hidden away. — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
As anyone who has the slightest knowledge of my work knows, I have little in common with Larkin, who was tall, taciturn and thin-on-top,… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
Like the sand and the oyster, it's a creative irritant. In each poem, I'm trying to reveal a truth, so it can't have a… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My broken heart… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
She stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all its treasure… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
“I like pouring your tea, lifting the heavy pot, and tipping it up, so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup. Or when you’re away, or at work, I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip, as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips. I like the questions – sugar? – milk? – and… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share
Every day is a gift with a child, no matter what problems you have — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
“I like pouring your tea, lifting the heavy pot, and tipping it up, so the fragrant liquid steams in your china cup. Or when… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
