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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Poet-Tea

See what I did there? ......quite.
Today is World Poetry Day, so a good excuse for one of my favourite poems by one of my favourite poets.



Tea- Carol Ann Duffy

I like pouring your tea, lifting
the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup.

Or when you’re away, or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.

I like the questions – sugar? – milk? –
and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet,
for I see your soul in your eyes, and I forget.

Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,
I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say
but it’s any tea for you, please, any time of day,

as the women harvest the slopes
for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi,
and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea.




2 comments:

Joan Hunter Dunn said...

I love that poem. Happy World Poetry Day!

Delila said...

how lovely that i just found your blog! i do love love tea, i drink pots and pots of it and it seems that my favorite teas are finished in weeks.

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