Aug 072010
 

On the other side of the world,

you pass the moon to me,

like a loving cup,

or a quaich.

I roll you the sun.

I go to bed,

as you’re getting up

on the other side of the world.

You have scattered the stars

towards me here, like seeds

in the earth.

All through the night,

I have sent you

bunches, bouquets of cloud

to the other side of the world;

so my love will be a shade

where you are,

and yours,

as I turn in my sleep

the bud of a star.

World, Carol Ann Duffy

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