Carol Ann Duffy Quotes

Love’s language starts, stops, starts; the right words flowing or clotting in the heart.

I still read Donne, particularly his love poems.

Poets sing our human music for us.

Christmas is taken very seriously in this household. I believe in Father Christmas, and there's no w...

I grew up in a bookless house - my parents didn't read poetry, so if I hadn't had the chance to expe...

You can find poetry in your everyday life, your memory, in what people say on the bus, in the news, ...

I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetr...

I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.

If I felt, in the event of a royal wedding, inspired to write about people coming together in marria...

Poetry, above all, is a series of intense moments - its power is not in narrative. I'm not dealing w...

Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour,bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.We find an ho...

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, ...

I found the words at the back of a drawer,wrapped in black cloth, like three ringsslipped from a dea...

Give me, you said, on our very first night,the forest. I rose from the bed and went out,and when I r...

I found the words at the back of a drawer,wrapped in black cloth, like three ringsslipped from a dea...

When did your namechange from a proper nounto a charm?Its three vowelslike jewelson the thread of my...

I tend the mobile nowlike an injured birdWe text, text, textour significant words.I re-read your fir...

Then he started his period.One week in bed.Two doctors in.Three painkillers four times a day.And lat...

For this,let gardens grow, where beelines end,sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia;where bees ...

What will you do now with the gift of your left life?

But behind each player sttod a line of ghosts unable to win. Eve. Ashputtel. Marilyn Monroe. Rapunze...

Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head, warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and ...

The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seaswhere we wo...

But life, they said, means life. Dying inside.The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil's wifewhi...

I'm not the first or the lastto stand on a hillock,watching the man she marriedprove to the worldhe'...

The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seaswhere we wo...

At childhood’s end, the houses petered outinto playing fields, the factory, allotmentskept, like mis...