Sunday, January 22, 2006

Name

When did your name
change from a proper noun
to a charm?

Its three vowels
like jewels
on the thread of my breath.

Its consonants
brushing my mouth
like a kiss.

I love your name.
I say it again and again
in this summer rain.

I see it,
discreet in the alphabet,
like a wish.

I pray it
into the night
till its letters are light.

I hear your name
rhyming, rhyming,
rhyming with everything.

by Carol Ann Duffy.

1 comment:

Chris said...

What a beautiful poem! It delicately and sensitively reflects what it's like to love someone and to be joyous just at the thought of something as simple as their name. A great choice again, CT!