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Saturday, June 27, 2009

First official poem by England's first female poet laureate, Carol Ann Duffy

How it makes of your face a stone

that aches to weep, of your heart a fist,

clenched or thumping, sweating blood, of your tongue

an iron latch with no door. How it makes of your right hand

a gauntlet, a glove-puppet of the left, of your laugh

a dry leaf blowing in the wind, of your desert island discs

hiss hiss hiss, makes of the words on your lips dice

that can throw no six. How it takes the breath

away, the piss, makes of your kiss a dropped pound coin,

makes of your promises latin, gibberish, feedback, static,

of your hair a wig, of your gait a plankwalk. How it says this –

politics – to your education education education; shouts this –

Politics! – to your health and wealth; how it roars, to your

conscience moral compass truth, POLITICS POLITICS POLITICS.

Its title? Unfortunately POLITICS. I say 'unfortunately' because it would have been somewhat more subtle if that information was left until last.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good to see - I've been a fan for years. Bought my first book by Carol Ann Duffy from Jessie at Salmon Poetry in Ireland.