Time hates love, wants love poor,/but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw. — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
“Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
“Love’s language starts, stops, starts; the right words flowing or clotting in the heart.” — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
What do I haveto help me, without spell or prayer,endure this hour, endless, heartless, anonymous,the death of love? — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
“The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas where we would dive for pearls. My… — 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… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
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
