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Share your favourites.
There was a man of double deed,
Who sowed his garden full of seed;
When the seed began to grow,
'Twas like a garden full of snow;
When the snow began to melt,
'Twas like a ship without a belt;
When the ship began to sail,
'Twas like a bird without a tail;
When the bird began to fly,
'Twas like an eagle in the sky;
When the sky began to roar,
'Twas like a lion at my door;
When my door began to crack,
'Twas like a stick across my back;
When my back began to smart,
'Twas like a penknife in my heart;
And when my heart began to bleed,
'Twas death, and death, and death indeed. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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VALENTINE
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
Carol Ann Duffy |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"scaffolding by Seamus Heaney is one of my faves.
I hope you both managed to build your wall.
40 years and counting. The wall's built.  "
That's lovely to hear. Not that you look old enough for 40 years of marriage, mind. By the way, are either of you Irish? Just wondering as he is more popular back home than here in England.
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"VALENTINE
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
Carol Ann Duffy "
My favourite line is the fierce kiss it gives. Great poem and one I hadn't previously read. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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My favourite line is the fierce kiss it gives. Great poem and one I hadn't previously read."
Mine too, she was the first female Poet Laureate - amazing lady  |
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"scaffolding by Seamus Heaney is one of my faves.
I hope you both managed to build your wall.
40 years and counting. The wall's built.
That's lovely to hear. Not that you look old enough for 40 years of marriage, mind. By the way, are either of you Irish? Just wondering as he is more popular back home than here in England.
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No . One of us is European the other British .
That poem sums up our attitude to relationships very well. That wall must be !maintained almost as a separate thing to the individuals within the relationship. Seamus got it! |
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