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Carol Ann Duffy: The World's Wife Carol Ann Duffy: The World's Wife Carol Ann Duffy: The World's Wife Carol Ann Duffy: The World's Wife Carol Ann Duffy: The World's Wife

Carol Ann Duffy was born in Glasgow in 1955. She grew up in Stanfford and then attendd the University of Liverpool, where she studied philosophy. She was written for both children and adults, and her poetry has received many awards, incluing the Signal Prize for Children's Verse, the Whitebread and Forever Prizes, and the Lannan Award and the E. M. Foster Prize in America. In 2005, she won the T. S. Eliot Prize for Rapture.

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Picador, London, 2017
76 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 9781509852666
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Picador, London, 2011
100 oldal · ASIN: B004QGYF7I
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Picardor, 2010
76 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 033037222X

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Nieve>!

Mrs Darwin

7 April 1852.

Went to the Zoo.
I said to Him –
Something about that Chimpanzee over there reminds me of you.

Nieve>!

Medusa

A suspicion, a doubt, a jealousy
grew in my mind,
which turned the hairs on my head to filthy snakes,
as though my thoughts
hissed and spat on my scalp.

My bride’s breath soured, stank
in the grey bags of my lungs.
I’m foul mouthed now, foul tongued,
yellow fanged.
There are bullet tears in my eyes.
Are you terrified?

Be terrified.
It’s you I love,
perfect man, Greek God, my own;
but I know you’ll go, betray me, stray
from home.
So better by far for me if you were stone.

I glanced at a buzzing bee,
a dull grey pebble fell
to the ground.
I glanced at a singing bird,
a handful of dusty gravel
spattered down.

I looked at a ginger cat
a housebrick
shattered a bowl of milk.
I looked at a snuffling pig,
a boulder rolled
in a heap of shit.

I stared in the mirror.
Love gone bad
showed me a Gorgon.
I stared at a dragon.
Fire spewed
from the mouth of a mountain.

And here you come
with a shield for a heart
and a sword for a tongue
and your girls, your girls.
Wasn’t I beautiful?
Wasn’t I fragrant and young?

Look at me now.

Nieve>!

But life, they said, means life. Dying inside.
The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil’s wife
which made me worse. I howled in my cell.
If the Devil was gone then how could this be hell?

The Devil's Wife

Nieve>!

Pygmalion’s Bride

Cold, I was, like snow, like ivory.
I thought He will not touch me,
but he did.

He kissed my stone-cool lips.
I lay still
as though I’d died.
He stayed.
He thumbed my marbled eyes.

He spoke –
blunt endearments, what he’d do and how.
His words were terrible.
My ears were sculpture,
stone-deaf, shells.
I heard the sea.
I drowned him out.
I heard him shout.

He brought me presents, polished pebbles,
little bells.
I didn’t blink,
was dumb.
He brought me pearls and necklaces and rings.
He called them girly things.
He ran his clammy hands along my limbs.
I didn’t shrink,
played statue, shtum.

He let his fingers sink into my flesh,
he squeezed, he pressed.
I would not bruise.
He looked for marks,
for purple hearts,
for inky stars, for smudgy clues.
His nails were claws.
I showed no scratch, no scrape, no scar.
He propped me up on pillows,
jawed all night.
My heart was ice, was glass.
His voice was gravel, hoarse.
He talked white black.

So I changed tack,
grew warm, like candle wax,
kissed back,
was soft, was pliable,
began to moan,
got hot, got wild,
arched, coiled, writhed,
begged for his child,
and at the climax
screamed my head off –
all an act.

And haven’t seen him since.
Simple as that.


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