Tuesday, December 14, 2021

over, last lines






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I say your name
again. It is a key, unlocking all the dark,
so death swings open on its hinge.

I hear a bird being its song,
piercing the hour, to bring first light this Christmas dawn,
a gift, the blush of memory.


Carol Ann Duffy
Rapture



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