rapture by carol ann duffy
27 April, 2010 § Leave a comment
Picked up a copy of Carol Ann Duffy’s amazing collection of poems from the local library and have been spending a couple of quiet nights with nothing but the buzz of the rotary fan and her perfect cadence for company.
When you read a poem aloud, the world distills itself, shrugs away the noise, reduced to just sound and sensibility – a co-mingling of vowels, consonants, the sound of breathing; in the middle, a stillness.
Rapture | by Carol Ann Duffy
Thought of by you all day, I think of you.
The birds sing in the shelter of a tree.
Above the prayer of rain, unacred blue,
not paradise, goes nowhere endlessly.
How does it happen that our lives can drift
far from our selves, while we stay trapped in time,
queuing for death? It seems nothing will shift
the pattern of our days, alter the rhyme
we make with loss to assonance with bliss.
Then love comes, like a sudden flight of birds
from earth to heaven after rain. Your kiss,
recalled, unstrings, like pearls, this chain of words.
Huge skies connect us, joining here to there.
Desire and passion on the thinking air.