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.



Carol Ann Duffy: Words, Wide Night