Art by Carol Ann Duffy | A Poetry Reading

Welcome back to the poetry series! Today I'm reading you one of my all time favourite love poems: Art by Carol Ann Duffy. This one is from her collection Rapture which won the T.S. Eliot Prize in 2005 and was published by Picador.

Let me know what your favourite imagery/ metaphor/ simile was and any other impressions you got from the poem in the comments below!

Words:

Only art now-- our bodies, brushstroke, pigment, motif;
our story, figment, suspension of disbelief;
the thrum of our blood, percussion;
chords, minor, for the music of our grief.

Art, the chiseled, chilling marble of our kiss;
locked into soundless stone our promises,
or fizzled into poems; page print
for the dried flowers of our voice.

No choice for love but art's long illness, death,
huge theatres for the echoes that we left,
applause, then utter dark;
grand opera for the passion of our breath;

and the Oscar winning movie in your heart;
and where my soul sang, croaking art.
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