I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it.
Carol Ann DuffyI think the dangers are different now. Our abuse of the planet and our resources is an anxiety.
Carol Ann DuffyPoets deal in writing about feelings and trying to find the language and images for intense feelings.
Carol Ann DuffyFor me, poetry is the music of being human. And also a time machine by which we can travel to who we are and to who we will become.
Carol Ann DuffyShe stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all its treasure there; a scale which balanced poetry and prayer.
Carol Ann DuffyWhere I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My broken heart -I tried that, but it skimmed,flat, over the frozen lake.She came from a long, long way,but I saw her at last, walking,my daughter, my girl, across the fields,In bare feet, bringing all spring's flowersto her mother's house. I swearthe air softened and warmed as she moved,the blue sky smiling, none too soon,with the small shy mouth of a new moon.
Carol Ann Duffy