making tea through to breaking apart and messy arguments, 'when the room swayed and sank down on its knees,/the air hurt and purpled like a bruise,/the sun banged the gate in the sky and fled.' Love hurts. [Carol Ann] Duffy's language is sensual; visceral. It smoulders on the page.from The Yorker: Have you read . . . Carol Ann Duffy?
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