favourite poem

Because poetry is best read alone.

After going through my old posts, I found and remembered this one. Two and a half years later, it is still my favourite poem, so even if the original blog post says it will change, I think I am now pretty much decided.

Originally published on August 8, 2012

Looking back at some of my past blog entries, I realise that I’ve neglected a part or type of literature I love: POETRY.

Unlike books, where I am pretty much decided, I can’t say that I have a favourite poem. From time to time, though, I will have a ‘Poem of the Moment.’

As of this moment, that poem is Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy. I discovered it in a book of poetry that was given to me as a present a few years ago, and it has been one of my favourite poems ever since.

Enjoy… 🙂

Valentine

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

It promises light

like the careful undressing of love.

Here.

It will blind you with tears

like a lover.

It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.

Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,

possessive and faithful

as we are,

for as long as we are.

Take it.

Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,

if you like.

Lethal.

Its scent will cling to your fingers,

cling to your knife.

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