Words wide night

Words, Wide Night by Carol Ann Duffy

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.


I fell in love with this poem when I saw it on a tube on the London Underground. I think we'd been to watch the tennis at Wimbledon in sixth form. When I met Mark the year after, we had 5 years of a long distance relationship and this poem seemed to have been written for us. This rose is the one that Mark has sent for Heidi today, India and I have one too. Hope you have a happy day with the ones you love.