An Angry Loner

Reading Duffy’s poem “Stealing”, I imagined myself sitting in the corner of the jailhouse cafeteria from Orange is the New Black, listening to the speaker’s secrets. I was particularly taken by this speaker: her voice is chilling enough to deserve another read-through. On the surface, she appears malicious: stealing cars and guitars and breaking into houses. Yet, … Continue reading An Angry Loner Read more →

Mrs. Beast

It would seem that Carol Ann Duffy was much less satisfied with the initial state of “Mrs. Beast” than with “Lovesick”, going through multiple revisions. She composes it stanza by stanza (reasonable given the poem seems to build on itself) with earlier stanzas receiving less and less revisions further along. The first stanza sets the […] Read more →

Lovesick

Carol Ann Duffy’s poem “Lovesick” describes someone finding and being enchanted by an apple. Interestingly, Duffy’s available drafts of the poem are not very different from her final revision, the most significant change being ‘have to of-‘ (presumably ‘have to offer’) into ‘calling about’. “Lovesick” is an extremely symbolic poem and can be interpreted in […] Read more →

The Thin Line between Experiment and Gimmick

(An example of Russian Futurist Poetry)     As someone who writes poetry of his own and hates the feeling of stagnation within my works, Carol Ann Duffy was a challenging read. Especially towards the latter half of her poems, the overbearing question was: What separates experimenting from gimmicks? Is it how smoothly it works into the poem? How seamlessly… Read more →

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“Warming her Pearls”

“Warming her Pearls” is about suppressed lesbian desire, in the context of history failing to allow for it. Duffy examines a very interesting relationship between a maid and a mistress. Using a pearl as the vehicle to explore an unrequited love, the symbol acts is an object of much value and desire. Thus, the subject is the […] Read more →

That last one

Because we walked through the first poem in the book in class, I decided to look at the last. “Miles Away” echoes the first poem, “Practising Being Dead,” in many respects. Again, there is a ghost but this ghost is more obviously metaphorical. It is night in both poems and the speaker is calling up […] Read more →