“Always be a poet, even in prose.” ~ Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet
Monday, May 30, 2011
Rings
(Carol Ann Duffy, the current poet laureate, appointed 2009)
Carol Ann Duffy, born in 1955, was appointed by Queen Elizabeth II. She is a Scottish poet and playwright.
In an interview after her appointment, Duffy explained what poetry means to her: “I suppose to me it feels like having a companion. The sense of poetry as a living thing: not only the poems I write, but in the poems of the past and poems people are writing now. It’s like a constant presence — even as a reader, not just as a writer. So you don’t ever feel lonely.”
One of the duties of a poet laureate is to mark important events in the lives of the royal family. Duffy’s most recently published poem commemorates the wedding of Prince William and Catherine Middleton last month.
RINGS
for both to say
I might have raised your hand to the sky
to give you the ring surrounding the moon
or looked to twin the rings of your eyes
with mine
or added a ring to the rings of a tree
by forming a handheld circle with you, thee,
or walked with you
where a ring of church-bells,
looped the fields,
or kissed a lipstick ring on your cheek,
a pressed flower,
or met with you
in the ring of an hour,
and another hour . . .
I might
have opened your palm to the weather, turned, turned,
till your fingers were ringed in rain
or held you close,
they were playing our song,
in the ring of a slow dance
or carved our names
in the rough ring of a heart
or heard the ring of an owl’s hoot
as we headed home in the dark
or the ring, first thing,
of chorusing birds
waking the house
or given the ring of a boat, rowing the lake,
or the ring of swans, monogamous, two,
or the watery rings made by the fish
as they leaped and splashed
or the ring of the sun’s reflection there . . .
I might have tied
a blade of grass,
a green ring for your finger,
or told you the ring of a sonnet by heart
or brought you a lichen ring,
found on a warm wall,
or given a ring of ice in winter
or in the snow
sung with you the five gold rings of a carol
or stolen a ring of your hair
or whispered the word in your ear
that brought us here,
where nothing and no one is wrong,
and therefore I give you this ring.
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