love spins gold, gold, gold from straw

Another volume picked up this weekend --- I need to stay away from bookshops!

Carol Ann Duffy's pictured, 2005 collection entitled - Rapture ...

... it really is a very moving read, from cover-to-cover.

Here's one of my favourites from within:


Hour

Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour,
bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.
We find an hour together, spend it not on flowers
or wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.

For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hair
like treasure on the ground; the Midas light
turning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for here
we are millionaires, backhanding the night

so nothing dark will end our shining hour,
no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit
hung from the blade of grass at your ear,
no chandelier or spotlight see you better lit

than here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,
but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

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Carol Ann Duffy (1955 - )

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