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Sunday, December 21, 2014

Dorothy Wordsworth’s Christmas Birthday

Dorothy Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
 Illustration: Tom Duxbury

Dorothy Wordsworth’s Christmas Birthday 

Carol Ann Duffy

FIRST, FROST at midnight – 

Moon, Venus and Jupiter 

named in their places. 

Ice, like a cold key, 

turning its lock on the lake; 

nervous stars trapped there. 

Darkness, a hand poised 

over the chord of the hills; 

the strange word moveless. 

The landscape muted; 

soft apprehension of snow, 

a holding of breath.

Read the rest of this poem at The Guardian

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