You

You

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.

Falling in love
is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.

I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

as I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.


From Rapture (Picador, 2005), © Carol Ann Duffy 2005, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

Recordings

Carol Ann Duffy Reading from her Poems

1You

2Text

3Name

4Forest

5River

6Haworth

7Hour

8Swing

9Rain

10Absence

11If I Was Dead

12World

13Hand

14Rapture

15Elegy

16Row

17Cuba

18Tea

19Betrothal

20Bridgewater Hill

21The Lovers

22Fall

23Ship

24Love

25Give

26Quickdraw

27Finding the Words

28December

29Grace

30New Year

31Chinatown

32Wintering

33Spring

34Answer

35Treasure

36Presents

37Write

38Venus

39Whatever

40Midsummer Night

41Grief

42Ithaca

43Land

44Night Marriage

45Syntax

46Snow

47Your Move

48Epiphany

49The Love Poem

50Art

51Unloving

52Over

Books by Carol Ann Duffy